He flipped and covered his coin. Parsons flipped, covered the coin, and said, “We won’t match this time.” He lifted his hand—tails. O’Neill uncovered his coin. “Heads! I could have told you! I could have told you even before I looked at the damn thing. I never win! Never!” He rose angrily. “Where’s the men’s room? I’m going to the men’s room!” He stalked away from the table, and Parsons watched him. “I’d like to apologize,” Parsons said. “When I invited him, I had no idea he was such a sore loser.” “Hell, the matching was all his idea, anyway,” Jamison said.
