“Call,” Miller said, tossing another chip into the pile.
Zayne ran through the possibilities in her head. The two of diamonds and seven of spades sat in the communal pile while she secretly held the two of spades and the king of whatever those black leaf things were supposed to be. Clovers? That should have been the fourth suit, but Miller used an Earth word that translated as “bar” or possibly “dance hall.” Ridiculous.
Come to think of it, the whole game was ridiculous! Betting on the possible combinations in your opponent’s hand based on the cards you possessed and those that were visible to every other player? Anyone with a decent understanding of combinatorics would walk away with a fortune in chips. And yet, her pile was smaller than Miller’s. Odd, that.
Given that twos were the lo
