Scars Of A Broken Bond

Another began to flatter Sabrina. “It’s been ages, Sabrina. You’ve become even more stunning.”

Rolf proposed, “Shall we play poker? It’s been a while since we last played.”

ALL eyes were on Tyrone.

“Sure.” Tyrone rose to his feet, grinning.

The room was outfitted with various forms of amusement. Everyone made their way to the table.

Eddie, with an excuse, declined the invitation to play. Finally, the four people, Tyrone, Rolf, Tyson, and another man, were seated at the table.

The others clustered around a different table, while a pair moved their chairs to spectate.

chair for Sabrina and placed it

her gratitude and settled into the

at Sabrina and inquired,

it as a kid, but I’m not certain if the rules are the same as

had once taught her how

his youth and later returned to the farm

preferred to stay indoors, they would

a tiny stool over and perch behind her grandfather, her eyes glued to the flurry of cards. Gradually, she picked up the

and you’ll get the

long after, Tyrone’s phone started