"Deal."
That was all the greeting I got. Sure, her getting into the room where the cards were being dealt proved she belonged there, but I was still used to a little more respect.
Still, I did my job, and dealt.
The following two hours remains, even now, the most amazing spectacle I've ever seen. She read everyone like a large print book, and if I wasn't dealing I'd swear she must have been rigging the deck.
When she went to leave, she saw my face and my vain attempts to express my newfound love for her. Her response?
"Deal."
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