"Will talking disturb her?" asked Sara.
"I seriously doubt it," said Cade, with a shake of his head.
Turning to Mike, Sara said, "Sorry we couldn't get loose earlier. We got
kind of busy in the ER. Do you think this game will take long? We're starving."
Mike laughed shortly and said, "No, I don't think it'll take long. She's
good." Shaking his head slightly, he added, "She's real damned good. Five games
and she hasn't missed yet."
"Not at all?" asked Susan.
"Not once."
Appropriately impressed, the newcomers watched Mandi quickly pocket her last
three balls and the eight.
"Make that six games," said Mike. "Damn!"
After Mike and Stan had left with their starving ladies, Mandi leaned her
rump on the pool table and asked, "Well? We still have time for a game, too.
Want to try your luck again?"
Grinning wryly, Cade said, "Sure, if I break."
Unassing the table to reach for her beer, Mandi said, "No problem. Go for
it."
After a long sip while watching Cade rack the balls, she asked, "How old are
you, Ed?"
"Fifty-three. Why?"
"Just curious. If you had any health problems, you wouldn't be working with
John's group, would you?"
Lining up to break the rack, Cade said, "Nope.
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