Plato takes a drag off his cigarette. This is my last one, he says, and none of us believe him. You say that every time, Rasputin says, rolling his eyes.
No, Plato says, seriously, I quit, I’m doing it for Edith Piaf. We’re back together! We all groan in unison, as if on cue, and though we all want to, only Bill Hicock can say it: HER??
That’s it, Roosevelt says, I’m out. He throws his hand down and heads for the john. Me too, I say and toss my cards in. Guys, Plato says, exhaling smoke, she’s worth it.
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