At Sean’s apartment, we played cards. We played on the floor because the movers came and took the furniture that afternoon. He asked to stay at my place that night and naturally I said yes. Jen was staying with her parents and she preferred if she didn’t see him that night.
“I haven’t played war since I was a kid,” I said. I was winning after drawing a couple tens, queens and aces.
“It’s easy, gives me time to think,” he said.
“About what?” I asked.
“About anything, about what’s next.”
The next day Sean would be moving to the city. His cousin’s roommate just moved out and needed someone to help with rent. I knew Sean would’ve preferred to have his own place, like me, but money was tight.
Nevertheless he was, at that moment, on a lucky streak. His sevens beat my sixes; his Jokers beat my tens.
“Will Jen still help move tomorrow?” I asked.
“She said she would.”
About a year ago, Sean helped me move out of the apartment I shared with Gabby. Or rather, it was a refurnished garage. It was good for the two of us until we realized we weren’t good for each other. At that time Sean met Jen and he was happy. Together they helped me move.
“We should get back to my place,” I said. “It’s almost nine.” I was back in the lead after drawing a queen and king. I lucked out when Sean drew a two against my four.
“When we finish this game, we’ll go,” he said.
I wanted to let him win. He needed to catch a break, even if that break was winning a card game. I knew the game would go on – sometimes with me in the lead, sometimes with Sean. It was just something I couldn’t control, something out of my hands.