Nine plus eight is seventeen, then a five makes . . . “Twenty-one!” I shouted. Throwing down my cards, I looked over to Elvis for his approval. “Let’s see,” he said, slowly scooping up the cards. Squinting one eye, he counted them. Then, leaning over to me, he grinned and whispered, “Sorry, Baby. It’s twenty-two.” I was so embarrassed that I excused myself and took refuge in the ladies’ room.
