“I don’t know what will happen if dad passes away; I may have to give up my house because my mother might not be able to help me.’
“I now know why you never spoke about your parents; don’t worry; things are going to be fine Martine.’
“How can you say that?’
Bobby reached for her hand and held it in his; he looked at her and he could see the turmoil that she was in.’
He kissed her then a customer wanted serving and she left him.
He took the drinks over to the table and set them down.’
“Everything okay with you two asked Simon.’
“Yes mate its nothing family problems; you know how it is.’
“Are we just going to stay in here asked John; I’m easy said Simon.’
“I will go somewhere else if you guys want to move said Bobby.’
“The music is fine and the beer ain’t bad in here is it John?
No mate it’s fine.’
“Have you got everything sorted for Thursday Bobby?’
“Yes, the details were in the Chronicle tonight did you get it.’
“No, we didn’t see it. Look there’s a copy on the table over there said John and he got up and brought it over. John handed the paper over to Bobby who searched for the obituaries section found it and folded the newspaper into one page then scanned it until he came across the write up. ANDREW ROBERT WRAY died suddenly on 19th May 1985. Sorely missed by his wife Judith, daughter Maggie, and son Bobby. Funeral to leave from the home for burial at Preston Cemetery at 1pm. Friends welcome at Percy Main Social Club afterwards.
“Not much to say for a life is there.
“I’m sure the person who is giving the service will have a lot to say about your father Bobby.’
“Yes I guess so.’
“Who’s for a game of cards?’
“Go on then go get a pack from the bar; Simon went up to the bar and asked Martine for a pack of cards. He bought a new pack and broke the seal and dumped the wrapper in the bin in the corner then opened the pack and took out the jokers and replaced them back into the box and shuffled the deck then dealt thirteen cards each he placed a piece of paper and a pen by the side of the table. They were playing crash.
Okay what we playing for? “Pound in and ten pence a peg.’ What does a four timer pay?
“Pound a man.’
“A pound a man I’m ganna be skint by the time the neets oot said John.’
“Shut up and just play John said Simon.’
The smell of the new deck in his hand hit his nostrils as he sorted the cards trying to make four hands. Bobby grinned knowing he had a chance of winning at least three of the hands.’
He placed his three Kings down and waited for John to put his cards down. He only had three tens. Only three aces could beat his hand and Simon didn’t have them.
One to me I think. 123 three stotting followed.
You jammy sod Bobby I have 123 as well but not stotting.
Simon had Jack, King, and Queen.
“Two to me I think laughed Bobby as he placed Ten, Jack, and Queen down.
I don’t believe this Ace buck went down from John and Simon had a Queen buck.
“Hey what have we got to do to win a hand here?’