The five die roll across the narrow table filled with EC and show four threes. Kent’s arm flies into the air with a force of victory while Cory and I strain to match his excitement. Unka shows a smile. She makes fun that Americans take too much pride in their own success. I am clearly meant to be included in this statement. She explains the coy nature of Finnish victory, an irony stuffed sentence. At this point others from the barbecue have gathered to see what is going on. Empty rum punch cups lay on the table along with local beer bottles. We continue to celebrate our winnings and losses in spite Unka’s comments. The dice roll on and on.
The Gamble (Day 159: 14/04/13)
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