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Not to worry, me’dear.” She smiled then, her teeth like a broken fence. I had a worrying tooth in the back of my mouth that could have used the touch of the whiskey too.
I nodded and waited. She nodded and waited, appearing uneasy.
“Get on with it, grandmother,” Rosida urged her quietly.
I didn’t look at him and kept my gaze on her. I felt his attention on me, his heated glance as if he were one of the flames in the campfire coming too close.
She held the deck out to me. I halved it, shuffled, and halved it again.