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When I returned to Frankie and Mark’s, the morning light twinkled on the horizon. Remy had let me stay at the casino a little bit longer, posting a guard right next to my table. Unfortunately, the play had fizzled, and I was forced to either return home or throw money away.
To my surprise, both Frankie and Mark were awake and in the middle of a quarrel. Well, the quarreling didn’t surprise me. I tried to navigate past the warring couple, however, they caught me.
"Tell him he's a fool," Frankie demanded.
"I'm the fool?” Mark questioned. “What about you? The whole idea for the extra room is ridiculous."
I didn't want to get in the middle, yet it seemed I had no choice. Frankie tucked his arm in mine and ushered me to the kitchen where coffee was brewing. The delightful smell tickled m
