I Asked the Waiter for One Change, and My Brother Finally Choked

learning that reserve wine tastes different when you have to buy it yourself.

Janine followed my eyes.

Then she said, “He’s got three maxed cards.”

I looked at her.

She gave a tired little smile. “Found that out on the drive here. He told me not to mention it because tonight was supposed to be ‘covered.’”

There it was. Turn number two.

For years he’d played continue reading …