Jackrabbit Junction Jitters
“When it came to all-time shittiest Bid Euchre hand, hers earned the first runner-up sash.
She laid her cards face-down on the table.
Wispy contrails of cigar smoke drifted along the ceiling, swirling in the cool air blasting from the air conditioner, softening the flickering glare from the florescent lights.
Popping the lid off her third bottle of Corona, she squeezed a lemon wedge into it. She tore the last bit of lemon pulp from the rind with her teeth and glanced over her shoulder at the curtained doorway leading to the store.
The bell over the front door had jingled moments ago, and Ruby had gone to see if Deborah, Gramps, and Kate were back from the police station. Claire chuckled. She couldn’t wait to hear Kate’s account of her trip to Yuccaville’s version of Alcatraz.
Chester tapped his fingers on the table. “It’s your bid, Giggles Magoo. Can we finish this game before I’m worm food?”
Picking her cards back up, she said, “It’s called patience, Mr. Antsy Pants.”
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