He stared at the ceiling as the devil dealt.
“Something wrong, Mr. Steadman? You seem preoccupied.”
“No,” Jim said. “Just trying to remember Daniel Webster’s phone number.”
Ignis laughed. “Even now you have a sense of humor. Even as you are on the brink. You do know the enormous advantage I have over you in a two-handed game.”
Jim peered into the devil’s eyes. “You know, Mr. Ignis. I’ve been playing poker a very long time, and no one has ever irked me into playing badly. So, don’t waste your time with remarks like that.”
“Yes, of course. You’re right,” Ignis said and continued dealing. “It was rude.”
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