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A table was brought over by the eager crowd and someone procured a chess set from behind a door. The entrance was at the back near the chip booth. The players sat down and the crowd pressed in, obscuring the view of the companions.
Mars’ voice, however, boomed over the crowd. “Make your bets, ladies and gentlemen, and see who will win this title.”
Al rose from his finished plate and turned to his friends. “Well? Are we going?”
Paul set his hand atop Lilly’s that lay on the table and shook his head. “We’ll remain here.”
Al furrowed his brow before the light of understanding slipped into his eyes. He gave him a wink. “Ah, I see. Well, good luck to both of you. Now you-” he grabbed Una’s hand and pulled her to her feet, “-need to see these two masters at work.”
Una wrinkled
