Loosing Your Cool

All eyes in the room were focused on me. This was it. The tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife; I knew there was no way out. I had gotten myself into this predicament, and I was the only one that could get myself out of it. There was nobody to turn to, for they were all waiting for my final move. I had never felt so alone, so isolated.

I thumbed through my cards for the fourth and final time, and I could still not decide which one to throw. I glanced up from my cards and caught a glimpse of each player. I immediately felt the intensity of my brother's eyes glaring at me from across the table. He did not provide me with the support and reassurance I was looking for from my partner. I shifted my eyes to the right. My mother, having just discarded a five of clubs and seeing that it was of no use to me, was sipping coffee with a carefree grin of relief. Then I peered directly at the most intimidating player I have ever encountered. Grandma Batton was calmly humming a tuneless tune which added to her utter confidence. As this crafty seventy-two year old lady squinted at her cards through her bifocals, I knew that time was running out; I had to make my decision. The most obvious choice was to discard the king of spades for which I had no use, but I was afraid that she was waiting for this card. My alternative was to break up my bond and throw the six of clubs, a card which I felt somewhat safe in throwing.

In the midst of my agony, grandma delivered the final blow. She stopped humming and uttered these dreaded words: "It only hurts for a minute."

Ouch. My brother's eyes were flaring with tension, I had complete control over his fate, and I knew our team unity was riding on the outcome of my decision. I then decided to play defensively and throw the six of clubs. No sooner had my discard settled on top of the pile than my grandmother's hand darted out to snatch up the stack of cards and my brother simultaneously belted out a scream. "The six of clubs? How could you throw the six of clubs!"

I wanted to ask him if the king of spades would have been any better, but I knew a negation was useless. I knew he would get over it soon enough, and like Grandma Batton says, "It only hurts for a minute!"

After my great grandma laid down her set and sorted her cards, the game continued (and so did her humming). Although we lost that particular