The Nightly Games Continued

She had been grateful for how little he pried into her life. The least she could do was return the favor, perhaps a game. What kind of game? He had? Every kind, even old favorites like chess, dominoes and catcha rat. But when he brought out the cards, she smiled so wide he laughed. After he learned enough, beat her twice, even hanging her jack once. She taught him the signs for communicating his hand to his partner. They told each other stories about the places they'd visited and the people they'd met.