Chapter 5.
Friday nights were dedicated to playing poker.
Mother said it was essential for anyone working in the hospitality industry to
be able at times, to appear poker-faced. So,
to that end, mother and I played poker at the kitchen table for teaspoons. I learn the art of hiding my hand, of not showing whether I was happy or sad.
To
this day, I still play poker every Friday night, but now with dear friends and other
tea ladies. And I’m happy to report that I’ve won an awful lot of
teaspoons.
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