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

and settled into the

glanced back at Sabrina and inquired, “Are you familiar with this

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

grandfather had once taught her

to the farm as he grew older. Throughout the year, he remained occupied, with

when people preferred to stay indoors, they would

would drag a tiny stool over and perch behind her grandfather, her eyes glued to the flurry of cards. Gradually,

a couple of games, and you’ll get the

Tyrone’s