"Arrrgh," said the businessman. "Damn it, you play good. You play real good."
A light on the deAngelis flashed red and showed a reading of 65.4 on the dial.
"Can't beat skill," said the reporter. "Count!"
"Fifty-six," said the businessman. "That's counting gin," he added.
"Game," the reporter announced. "I'll figure the damage."
"You play good," said the businessman in disgust.
"You only say that 'cause it's true," the reporter said. "But it's sweet of you all the same."
"Shut up!" said the businessman.
The reporter looked up, concerned. "You stuck?" he asked solicitously. He seemed sincere.
"Certainly I'm stuck," the businessman snarled.