Uno, Dos, Tres

I will defeat you,
I guaranteed,

glaring at Jonny and Jamey, and
at my bride and daughter.

The match began. Coalitions formed and dissolved.
Cheaters (me) tried and failed.
Bluster, banter, gutsy maneuvers and strategic shenanigans.

In the end, gleeful high-fives from a
fast-dealing cherubim.
Red-Six faceup card.

Adults zero, Daughter one.

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