Chapter Twenty-Six
Five men were seated, each with five cards.
“I’ll raise you ten bucks,” a man said, pushing money forward. Then, turning to an unshaven, disheveled-looking character at the head of the cheap arborite kitchen table, said: “Hey Dads, how ‘bout another beer?”
The man called Dads lifted his bristled face and shouted. “Cara! We need another round in here. Where the f**k are you?”
A girl enter through the door. “Sorry, Daddy,” she said, moving forward on coltish legs. “I was in the bathroom.”
“Well piss on your own time,” he snarled and settled in with his cards. “These boys are damned thirsty. And let’s have some of those sandwiches I brought.”
“Yes Daddy.” Cara squatted in front of the fridge, pulled out long-necks and placed them around the table. The men were laughin
