Right bower. On top of the left. And the Ace. Good hand. Winning. What a nuisance. She sighed and hoped someone would go No Trumps or Misère. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to win—just not tonight. A bit nervy again. Didn’t want to attract attention, even good-natured congratulations.

She loved card night but sometimes she needed to hide a bit. Lie low. Like tonight. She could tell by the breathiness at the base of her throat, the flutter.