Page 132 of Hot Four Teacher
I hold Michelle’s hand as we approach him.
“Hi, Dad,” I greet.
He looks up at me quickly before looking back at his cards. “One second, son. I’m about to finish taking these guys’ money.”
We watch as they lay down their cards, and of course, Dad wins with a full house.
“It’s been fun, guys, but I’m going to need some time with my son. We’ll pick this up later.”
They stand from the table and walk away while Dad stands up to give me a quick hug. “How are you doing, son?”
“Good. There's someone I want you to meet. This is Michelle, my girlfriend.”
Much to my surprise, he gives her a hug too. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Miller,” she says.
“Oh, please. Call me Dennis.” He looks between the two of us. “How did you bag such a pretty girl?”
“I’m a lucky son of a bitch.”
Michelle smiles, “I think I’m the lucky one.”
“Come on, let’s sit down.”
Dad picks up the cards and starts shuffling. “Do you play?”
“Oh, a little,” she replies. “But I’m not very good.”
Dad splits the pot of cash between the two of them.
No, thanks. I didn’t want to play.
While he shuffles, Michelle asks, “So, is this where you grill me to see if I’m good enough for your son?”
Dad chuckles. “Oh, no. I’m not going to pepper you with questions. Dane is a grown ass man. I assume he can make his own decisions about who he dates.”
Michelle smiles. “I wish I had that kind of faith in the decisions of my teenage daughter.”
“Oh, girls are different. My daughter’s husband? I grilled the shit out of him, and I’m still not convinced I like him.”
He deals the cards, and Michelle looks to see what she has. The look on her face shows that she doesn’t have anything good.
“How many do you want?” Dad asks.
“Uhm, give me two, I guess.”
When she looks at the new cards, her expression is even worse than before. Dad is about to wipe the floor with her, and I now regret the decision to bring her here. I should’ve known he wouldn’t be nice.
Dad pushes his pile of money into the middle, and Michelle thinks for a moment before doing it too.
He goes to grab the winnings out of the middle, but Michelle lays her cards down. “Four of a kind. Aces.”
Dad sits back in his chair and laughs. “You’re a shark, aren’t you?”
Michelle grins while pulling the pile back toward her. “Something like that.”
“You have a hell of a poker face.”
Michelle says, “I grew up with four siblings. I got really good at it.”
