« are you sure you want to continue? » he says in a serious but eager tone « of course » she replies gulping from her already dry mouth... « Aunt Margret » he says staring into her soul, he looks down at the already high pile of playing cards and deals the next card. They both look up and stare into each others eyes « there it is » he says with little to no emotion « yep » she says blankly as a tear rolls down her cheek landing on the freshly dealt card, the ace of spades.