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The Perfect Setup

... her eyes at me as she left the room. Christmas Day she made some phone calls and then said to me, “Looks like you’re going to be late for your poker game tomorrow. With this weather, I’m going to need you to take me up to the cabin in your four-wheel drive.” I started to protest, but she cut me off and said, “Just tell you friends that things will start late.” Since I didn’t really have a poker game set up, it didn’t make any difference, but it sort of pissed me off... until I realized that this might be the opportunity for the perfect setup. I wasn’t sure where this cabin was, but I knew that the weather was going to get worse and if I could get “trapped at the cabin,” I might convince the girls to play some poker and then I would have three witnesses to my victory over Charlie. I might even get some revenge on the Christmas girls while I was at it. I told Charlie I would have to make some phone calls and then I would be in the basement getting everything ready since I wouldn’t have time otherwise. What I actually did was prepare about a dozen or so slicker decks and three different setup decks. I only planned to need one deck, but just in case I had backups. After I re-wrapped the decks with commercial shrink wrap packaging, I marked them with price tags using a pricing gun I had purchased just for that purpose. Nobody pays any attention to a price sticker, but the numbers above the price on the sticker told me exactly which deck was which. The setup decks were for 3, 4, ...

... or 5 players and there were four in each set. Actually, I planned to sit with Charlie to my left so it didn’t matter how many were playing as long as I used the right deck. It was the perfect setup. When the time came, I would have her or one of the other girls deal. I would get the perfect hand, she would get the almost perfect hand, and everyone else would get good hands that were actually squat compared to Charlie’s and mine. And when it was all over, I would come out the big winner with at least a divorce on [my [ terms. We left for the cabin about noon on the day after Christmas. I made sure to grumble a little every so often about how I was going to miss my poker game with the guys and that she wasn’t the only one who needed a little away time. After a couple of hours, she told me to shut up and drive. We drove more or less in silence after that. Eventually, we started to get into some mountain roads and she consulted a map and some written directions until we finally pulled onto a narrow, snow-covered, dirt road that wound its way up the back side of one really large hill. The GPS just showed us going out across wilderness with no roads indicated. “Are you sure this is the right road?” I asked. “I would hate to get stuck out here in this weather and it’s starting to get dark.” She assured me it was alright and we continued on a couple of miles until she told me to pull over into a parking area at the base of some wooden steps. “Get the bags,” she ordered as she stepped ...