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“It doesn’t pay to cross you, does it?” he asks her.
It’s fine, Beth wants to say. No, it’s not fine.
He’s already apologized, but she’s still so mad at him. She knows she shouldn’t be–it was just a poker game and Benny has every right to do whatever. He doesn’t have to tell her anything.
And as she’d realized this morning, she’s not an open book either.
Even so, his casualness about it all still stings. But she can’t say that.
So she turns back to the only certain language between them. “Do you want to play another?”