Three and five—evens. Hansy scooped up the dice just as Dee returned with the shopping. Evens, he thought. So I’m leaving. Evens I go, odds I stay. He turned the ivory-cold cubes around his palm. Ran his thumb along the rounded edges.
‘Careful with those things.’ Dee laughed but her eyes met his straight and hard.
‘No worries, Love. just mucking around.’ That’s what he’d said when he lost almost everything—their savings, the house. Nearly her too. He still didn’t know how she’d had the courage to stay. He was just mucking around. He wouldn’t be going anywhere in a hurry.
Best out of three he thought, sending the dice tumbling across the coffee table.
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