Hold 'Em Hostage [antikvár]

Prologue Bee-Bee, you're a total luck vampire." A serious game of Texas Hold 'Em with friends and family at the table is a recipe for disaster. But as my entire existence since I turned forty seemed to have been a recipe for disaster, I supposed this was just an ingredient in a five-course gourmet meal called Belinda Cooley's Life. Don't think I'm negative. I was in the grocery store line and picked up my horoscope booklet. The first line read: You have more drama in your life in one week than everybody else has in a lifetime. So there. My twin brother, Ben, owner of the aforementioned luck vampire comment, sat across from me, glaring and down to his last ten-dollar chip, having just lost almost everything to me heads-up. My best friend, Shana, wiggled around in her chair, two to my right, giggling and drunk on a half dozen Midori daiquiris. We'd entered a sit and go $100 tournament at the Image casino on a lark as we arrived in Vegas. I want to point out that I was the one to sit down first. The two boneheads paid their way into my table instead of waiting for another game to