Evert and I wound up losing at Klaverjas, which is for the best, really. We are already not all that popular, and you don’t win friends by winning Klaverjas tournaments. In some old people, childish jealousy about trivial things can take on almost pathological proportions. People don’t like to give you the time of day, let alone grant you the first prize at cards, even if it’s only the eternal liver sausage.
