. the dealer flipped over her hole card . another six . now she was showing a total of twelve and she had to hit again .
the dealer turned over a four this time . sixteen . the rules required her hit again , so she flipped herself one more card .
a third six . she'd busted ." too bad we're not playing poker ." said third base from boise ." you'da wiped us out ."
starting with elliot , the dealewr went around the table turning over the hole cards . when she turned up his hole card , she looked surprised ." you got someone watching out for you ." boise said as they all stareded at the three cards adding up to twenty " you hit on a soft eighteen ."
"i had a good feeling ." elliot said . the dealer turned over carleen's two hole cards and they all had a look .she had taken another card on hard seventeens on bi=oth hands , bot those plays were also dead wrong against the dealer's original twelve , according to basic blackjack playing strategy .
but she had won , she had pulled threes on each of her hands . winng both , the dealer pushee over their stacks of chips and the pit boss came over to check out the table and spread some glowers around .
bettween the two of them , elliot and carleen had just won almost ten thousand dolllars on a single bet .the pit boss , a short thin man in a dark suit , moved in to stand next to elliot , hanging in close enough so that elliiot culd smell the cigars on his breath . then the boss motioned to the dealer to shuffle up , wheeled , and walked tapidly back to the podium in the pit where the phone was .
elliot gathered up his chips , passing a couple over to the dealer as a tip ." i'm out ," he said with a smile that hurt his chapped lips . it stretched them so wide . he felt eyes chasing him as he cashed in and hurried out the door .
the dealer turned over a four this time . sixteen . the rules required her hit again , so she flipped herself one more card .
a third six . she'd busted ." too bad we're not playing poker ." said third base from boise ." you'da wiped us out ."
starting with elliot , the dealewr went around the table turning over the hole cards . when she turned up his hole card , she looked surprised ." you got someone watching out for you ." boise said as they all stareded at the three cards adding up to twenty " you hit on a soft eighteen ."
"i had a good feeling ." elliot said . the dealer turned over carleen's two hole cards and they all had a look .she had taken another card on hard seventeens on bi=oth hands , bot those plays were also dead wrong against the dealer's original twelve , according to basic blackjack playing strategy .
but she had won , she had pulled threes on each of her hands . winng both , the dealer pushee over their stacks of chips and the pit boss came over to check out the table and spread some glowers around .
bettween the two of them , elliot and carleen had just won almost ten thousand dolllars on a single bet .the pit boss , a short thin man in a dark suit , moved in to stand next to elliot , hanging in close enough so that elliiot culd smell the cigars on his breath . then the boss motioned to the dealer to shuffle up , wheeled , and walked tapidly back to the podium in the pit where the phone was .
elliot gathered up his chips , passing a couple over to the dealer as a tip ." i'm out ," he said with a smile that hurt his chapped lips . it stretched them so wide . he felt eyes chasing him as he cashed in and hurried out the door .
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