Uncomfortable Poker Game
The room crackled with tension as Richard’s poker friends shifted uneasily in their seats, their eyes flickering between him and me, sensing something was off. Finally, one of them broke the silence with a nervous chuckle. “Hey Richard, you got something on your mind?” he asked, flashing a grin to lighten the mood. Richard returned a forced smile, clearly lost in his own swirling thoughts. The air buzzed with prickly anticipation, as if everyone was bracing for the inevitable storm to come.
Uncomfortable Poker Game
Margaret’s Desperate Pleas
Margaret’s voice pierced the uneasy silence, insisting there must be some mistake. “This can’t be right, Mark,” she said, eyes wide with disbelief. She scanned the room, searching for allies. “Richard, surely there’s some misunderstanding!” she added, her confidence wavering. I watched her struggle to regain control, but the truth stood firm and undeniable, leaving little space for denial. Slowly, the reality of the situation began to settle in.
Margaret’s Desperate Pleas
