Jennifer. Jennifer. Jennifer.

The keeper of the bets who talked a good game.

I took a gamble on you and lost. I've got to admit, that surprised me at first. But that impulsive anger of yours and that need to be accepted, I didn't count on that. I wonder, now, if you ever really knew what sort of game you were playing and, if you had, would you have made the same move.

The last game I played, I played in your memory.

The deal went to the left with odds 5 to 1.
I wasn't sure, but I passed on the full house. It was a good move.
At the turn, I held on to the ace and didn't let myself get distracted by the pile of chips on my right.
When I saw that tall stump on my left, I knew that I had to bet it all - even if it meant going in the hole.

You wouldn't want to know how it turned out.