Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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Timmy, feeling a bit nervous but excited, nodded. "We'd like to

try our luck at the gambling tables," he said, his voice filled

with determination.

Rick's eyes twinkled with amusement, but he quickly masked it

with a look of respect. "Of course, right this way," he said,

leading them to a back room with a private table where a high

stakes poker game was about to begin.

Stevie and Timmy took their seats, and Rick made sure they were

well taken care of. He discreetly signaled to the dealer to let

them win, hoping to stay on their good side. As the game

progressed, Stevie and Timmy found themselves winning hand after

hand, their pile of chips growing larger and larger.

The other players at the table, unaware of Rick's plan, were

impressed by Stevie and Timmy's apparent skill. They

congratulated them on their success, and Timmy couldn't help but

feel a sense of pride and excitement.

As the night went on, Rick continued to keep a watchful eye on

Stevie and Timmy, making sure they were enjoying themselves. He

even arranged for the pianist, Sam, to play their favorite song,

"As Time Goes By," adding to the magical atmosphere of the

evening.