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When I was around 12 or 13, my father sat my brother and me down at the kitchen table and spread out a deck of cards. “Today,” he said with the look of a man about to perform surgery, “Y’all are gonna learn how to play bid whist.”
When I was around 12 or 13, my father sat my brother and me down at the kitchen table and spread out a deck of cards. “Today,” he said with the look of a man about to perform surgery, “Y’all are gonna learn how to play bid whist.”