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pshrynk · 08-12-2010, 02:34 PM

Howard Hughes was very worried. He had bet heavily and had put his airplane in as a marker and there was only one more card to be drawn. Everything rested on this one card. Not two cards, or three, or four... STOP!

He glanced at his hand again. Ace, King, Jack, ten of spades. Just the Queen and he would have his first royal flush of his life. He began to sweat. He felt as if his entire future happiness rested on just one card turning up the way he needed it to be. Just one card.

He began to worry about how he would get back home if he lost the Goose. Some way would be arranged, obviously. There were tramp steamers in and out of the port of Havana all the time. If it were too much, he could wire for funds. But he couldn't think about that right now. Now he needed to be thinking of that last card and the possibility that it might be the Queen of spades.

Dear Lord, he thought, just let this card fall my way, and I'll do anything that you want me to. Of course, I would need to have some verification that what you want me to do is, in fact, coming from you. Maybe a priest could sort of come up to my penthouse and let me know, You know that promise you made in Havana? Well God wants you to build an orphanage for children of Civil War veterans. I'm not really sure why he wants you to be gathering eighty year old men and women into a big building out in the country, but that's what he said. Come to think of it, why not just send a telegram? Sometimes it's hard to get by my security. Well, all right, most of the time it is impossible to get by my security. Except for that one time with the guy who wanted me to build a giant airplane made out of plywood. And that's another thing, why do all the crazy people have to find me? Couldn't you send some over to FDR? I mean really, the man is ruining our country with all this New Deal crap.

Hughes was startled back to reality when he saw out of the corner of his eye that the squid was flipping over the final card.

And just why was there a benthic cephalopod dealing the cards at this game?

08-12-2010, 02:34 PM	#714
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	Howard Hughes was very worried. He had bet heavily and had put his airplane in as a marker and there was only one more card to be drawn. Everything rested on this one card. Not two cards, or three, or four... STOP! He glanced at his hand again. Ace, King, Jack, ten of spades. Just the Queen and he would have his first royal flush of his life. He began to sweat. He felt as if his entire future happiness rested on just one card turning up the way he needed it to be. Just one card. He began to worry about how he would get back home if he lost the Goose. Some way would be arranged, obviously. There were tramp steamers in and out of the port of Havana all the time. If it were too much, he could wire for funds. But he couldn't think about that right now. Now he needed to be thinking of that last card and the possibility that it might be the Queen of spades. Dear Lord, he thought, just let this card fall my way, and I'll do anything that you want me to. Of course, I would need to have some verification that what you want me to do is, in fact, coming from you. Maybe a priest could sort of come up to my penthouse and let me know, You know that promise you made in Havana? Well God wants you to build an orphanage for children of Civil War veterans. I'm not really sure why he wants you to be gathering eighty year old men and women into a big building out in the country, but that's what he said. Come to think of it, why not just send a telegram? Sometimes it's hard to get by my security. Well, all right, most of the time it is impossible to get by my security. Except for that one time with the guy who wanted me to build a giant airplane made out of plywood. And that's another thing, why do all the crazy people have to find me? Couldn't you send some over to FDR? I mean really, the man is ruining our country with all this New Deal crap. Hughes was startled back to reality when he saw out of the corner of his eye that the squid was flipping over the final card. And just why was there a benthic cephalopod dealing the cards at this game?