The Knave of flowers looked tabs on the seven of hearts, on top of the deck to the other side of the table. It was certainly a very nice paper, maybe a little 'small for him, now came into the world of figures, but well dressed and well taken care of by many to lose his head.
knew the rules of the game and could not look like this, point blank. And then there was his wife who kept him under constant review. Examined the clothes, scrutiny of bank statements, credit card, even occurred that the level of gasoline fell on average than required to reach the office and back. In short, a little hell home - as of course had its positive aspects: in the end he chose to marry.
Yet, if only he had found an ace available, it was a pleasure to grab that little seven of hearts! However
belonged to a French deck, not to a Neapolitan, and linger over his eyes would have been against his nature. Then he went further into the restaurant where colleagues would have consumed his lunch break. Evidently
colleagues had not encountered distractions, as were all around the table waiting for him to order. The Knave of flowers joined them and the usual conversation. Not the original could have been defined but there are times - and this is one of those - in which the reassurance of familiar topics are welcome. They talked, as always, to sweep (and here I could not help but refer to that beautiful piece of seven had met ...), how much money they had accumulated, the risk of rubamazzo, of which there are loads around and the pause that it was necessary to store it as a trump suit was nominated for the forthcoming elections. Someone, risk-loving, sometimes argued that they should have the courage to go and see, to raise, if necessary to expose the bluff.
The break was almost over and before they can finally return to the deck, waiting for another hand: the afternoon, the most tiring. Not that this would complain, and he knew he had a good position to command respect in all games. In addition, the times were far off his grandfather's killing in which the cards were working without a day off. For some time the unions had won the forty hours of work and would spend his early months of rest in a solitary non-competitive. She
so on the bench, waiting his turn, watching the game, criticizing the alleged errors of fellow studying and what strategy he adopted. The experts had studied the matter thoroughly and written protocols he knew well and diligently applied. If it encounters a wildcard experienced as an infant he knew how to behave. The probability that this happens in games where he specialized, however, were very rare and in many years had never happened.
It is said that the jokers are human beings very strange, not like the other cards you know that frame easily. They are transformed and able to adapt to all roles always seem to be at ease even when they are clearly out of place. In the largest decks I usually check out anyone but a bunch of forty it is almost certainly a stranger to visit.
Finally came the slight disorientation as you feel to be lifted and thrown on the table. As of course is nothing but the thrill that accompanies the responsibility of the decision to enter the field. It must always be a moment to recover and, considering the situation, apply the rules. This time, after this moment, the surprise was to seize the maid of flowers ... it was just a joker that was in front.
unexpectedly jolly old does not eat red, crushed or made prisoner. Just looked at me. He remained in the same position with his legs crossed, calmly told him:
- You are certain to be the architect of your destiny?
The maid did not understand either the situation or the application. There in front of him was supposed to meet a scartina eaten as an ordinary routine operation and instead was what - what he knew from the movies - remember a kind of martial arts master who mostly asking questions instead of fighting the absurd.
- Do you ever get the feeling that there are other forces to move?
- Have you ever wondered who you really are?
Then a kind of earthquake reminded him that they were scrambling the deck, the game had been declared invalid - perhaps because of that strange character - and sent the next day.
The maid came home with flowers, kissed his wife and children, ate dinner, but did not join them as usual on the sofa front of the TV. He went to bed, feeling very tired and only with great difficulty he managed to finally get to sleep.
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