The bedroom of Apartment 1105 was hazy with smoke, the stove burning fiercely.
Four men sat around a square gambling table. Saul Archer and Clark Summers were seated opposite each other, flanked by two other men.
Saul Archer irritably slammed down the dice cup in his hand and said to Clark Summers, "Not bad, kid. Your luck is really something today!"
With that, he pulled an IOU from a drawer. Signed at the bottom was Cameron Summers’s name.
Saul Archer tossed the IOU to Clark Summers opposite him and snorted. "There. You’ve won back the two hundred pounds of rice, ten cases of ham sausage, and five hundred pounds of coal. We’re even now! Here’s the IOU. Take it, grab your dad, and go home."
Despite losing so many supplies, Saul Archer didn’t look the least bit annoyed. He was even in the mood to tease the man next to him, saying to the bald man, "Sheffield, your luck’s run out today, hasn’t it? You’re already down a hundred pounds of coal."
The bald man, Sheffield, had a grim expression. He seemed numb from his losses. Despite the low temperature in the room, his forehead was beaded with sweat.
Sheffield wiped the sweat from his brow and forced a smile at Saul Archer. "Just not my day. I can’t play anymore. I’m heading out."
"I’ll have that hundred pounds of coal brought over later. Don’t worry, I won’t skip out on my debt. You know I live in 1704."
Saul Archer chuckled. "Come on, Sheffield, of course we trust you. We know you’re good for it. See yourself out."
After Sheffield left, Saul Archer turned back to Clark Summers, his voice laced with impatience. "Why are you still here, kid? Didn’t I give you the IOU? What are you still sitting here for?"
Clark Summers tore the IOU in his hands to shreds. He looked at Saul Archer and said slowly, "When did I say I was leaving? We’re not done. Let’s keep gambling!"
Hearing this, Saul Archer and Jay Lowell exchanged a look and let out a derisive laugh.
Saul Archer leaned back in his chair, looking Clark Summers up and down with contempt. "Kiddo, we’re all square. I don’t owe you anything. What are you going to bet with? You got any stakes? Money? Supplies? What’ve you got?"
Clark Summers gritted his teeth. "I can write you an IOU! I’ll borrow ten pounds of rice from you to start! Let’s keep going!"
Saul Archer couldn’t help but laugh again. He watched Clark Summers with a thoughtful expression and said in a low voice, "Kid, you’re still wet behind the ears, and you’re already trying to borrow money to gamble? Don’t you know when to quit while you’re ahead?"
Clark was just a kid; you couldn’t squeeze much out of him. Saul Archer couldn’t be bothered to play with him, which was why he offered a few words of well-intentioned advice.
But Clark wasn’t listening to a word of it.
After one win after another, Clark felt his luck had finally turned. ’I’ve been blessed by Lady Luck herself,’ he thought. ’How could I possibly stop now?’
His eyes held a fanatical gleam as he stubbornly told Saul Archer, "I’m sixteen years old! I can write an IOU! I have to keep playing. If you don’t let me, it just means you’re scared to lose!"
Hearing this, the smile on Saul Archer’s face slowly vanished.
Since Clark didn’t know what was good for him, there was no need for Saul to say anything more.
He nodded at Clark. "Fine. As you wish!"
Once Clark signed the IOU, the three of them started gambling again.
It seemed Clark truly had been blessed by Lady Luck. For the next half hour, he played like a man possessed, winning fifty pounds of rice and fifty pounds of coal.
"I won again! Let’s go! Double the stakes on the next one!" A wide grin stretched across Clark’s face, his expression taking on a frenzied edge.
’At this rate, I’ll win back that hundred pounds of rice and hundred pounds of coal in no time!’
’I’ve got it all planned out,’ Clark thought. ’Just another hundred pounds of rice and another hundred pounds of coal. Once I win that, I’ll stop. I absolutely can’t get greedy!’
’With these supplies, my family and I can get through this blizzard safely...’

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