It took a moment to register, less time for me to scoop the wad of notes homeward. Looking me in the eye, Ronnie announced: “Okay, I’ll raise it a tenner.”
I lifted my cards and smoothed them apart to reveal two eights. XXX A relieved sigh slipped from Ronnie’s lips as the black ball hit the target. Home from her day at the beach and, with Gina and Jessie having departed, Sophie was in the back garden, evidently intent on catching the last sun of the day and topping up an already impressive-looking tan. Reaching aside to take the plastic orange suncream dispenser in hand, she asked: “You couldn’t do my hard-to-reach bits before I burn to a frazzle, could you?”
A pain? All I can say is that a red mist suddenly descended. And after five more minutes of sparring, finally it translated to the card table as the beer took hold and things started to loosen up.
