|Dealing 'da Cards Out...|
"Only eight, only eight," a small, but severe looking woman screeched.
"She's got ten cards... it is supposed to be only eight!"
"No, Lydia, said one elderly man, who seems to be overseeing this card game amongst the crawfish rubble,"We're now playing with ten!"
The little lady caught my eye as I was sketching their game from two tables across. She shrugged her shoulders in disgust as she attempted to drag me into their game for a second opinion.
"Look, that man over there saw her with the deck. Tell them what you saw," she hollered in a scratchy, fingernails across the blackboard, voice.
"Sorry mam, I said,"I'm just an artist sketching that man over there ... I don't play cards and wouldn't know whether someone is playing by the rules or not!"
Copyright 2013/ Ben Bensen III