Playing with Spades

[mariness]

Flashback. September. I've just come in from a day at the Mayo Clinic, which is less fun than it sounds, resting in a one of those blah, forgettable hotels, watching House reruns on the USA Network, wiped. My mind flashes back - a flashback within a flashback - to a few years earlier, playing card games, pinochle, with a few friends.

This story grew out of that evening. It's dedicated to coldecho and athenakt, in memory of several nights playing pinochle.