Uncle Mark's Doomsday Dice

, his face pale, his h

e barely a whisper. "It's just a game. M

e vanished. He gl

ight? This is chump change for him." He waved a dismissive hand at the empty space where my money ha

s bored

lts, all the sacrifices he'd made, even giving up a chance to go

g look, though I didn't f

o sound confident. "I can handle i

ted. "Fun

eager to deliver the final blow, to

th false sympathy. "Looks like your holiday

a deep

said, pulling out my pho

ing app, showed

house Kylie and I want to buy.

gasp went aro

her hand to

g to be sick. "Mike, no! Th

lit up like a Christmas tr

his lips. "Now we're talking! Get

r voice syrupy sweet. "Oh, let them play, Bill! Mark's just having some

nteresting. Ten thousand a roll. Best two out of thre

me. He thought I w

gaze, my o

on, Uncl