Sweet Erotic Dreams?
“I’ll raise a dime, Patty said. Antonia had bet a dime, Patty raised and I folded. It was our Saturday poker game; we played from noon to five. Dime, quarter poker, no one won much no one lost much but we had fun. There used to be four of us but Cassandra’d moved to Georgia; we’d never replaced her. Antonia Santiago, Patty O’Casey and me, Gil Roister, we played at my house each Saturday. I supplied the premises; the gals brought a snack and their drinks. Today they’d brought pizzas. Patty had diet Pepsi, Antonia liked her wine, her Chianti, me, I stuck to vodka. And the game? The stakes had to be small, we were all Social Security recipients; Antonia and I were sixty-five, Patty was sixty-eight. Patty and I were divorced; Antonia was …