At 4:00 this morning, I got out of bed for a bathroom break. As sometimes happens, I didn’t go back to sleep immediately. Shortly after 5:00, we had the following conversation.
Kate: “Hey. <pause> Hey, where are the tards?”
Richard: “The what?”
Kate: “The tards.”
Richard: I took a guess. “The cards?”
Kate: “Yes.”
Richard: “They’re in the living room.”
Kate: “Well, get them.”
I went to the living room, located them in a drawer of the secretary and brought them back to bed. I handed them to her. In the dimness of the nightlight from the bathroom, she amazed me by easily opening the box and removing the deck of cards. Then she took the top card, placed it on the bed between us and said, “Your turn.” I said, “I don’t have any cards.” She took about half the deck of cards and handed them to me. I placed a card on top of hers. Then she said, “Something’s wrong.” She didn’t say or do anything else. She had closed her eyes. I said, “Well, I think it’s time to go back to sleep.” She was already gone. Our conversation and our card game were over.
