I once played poker with Ari for seven hours, fortunes shifting back and forth between us. But by the time the sun came up I wondered if my name was even still my own. I couldn't even see his little head on the other side of the table from all the chips he had stacked up in front of him.
I stepped into the shop. The heady aroma of flowers flooded my nostrils, almost taking my breath.
"Randolph!" Ari yelled as he looked up from arranging some flowers. He was standing on a wooden crate that was turned up sideways...
Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
Maybe Ari’s just sharp!