The madness known as Bunco makes its way back tonight on Glendower. Some of the names have changed, but the routine is the same.
I'm convinced that the Bunco sydicate orchestrated the moves on our street in the past few months. (Both guys moved hours away with much better paying jobs? Come on.....) Someone, like me, gets wise to the whole farce and they have to shake things up. Bring in some new players. Last month they "conveniently" didn't meet, stating that they couldn't come up with a good time. Likely story. This month? Some of the moms sent their kids off to church camp just so they could feed their habit without taking on any guilt. At least for this month they won't have to look at their already-sleeping child when they come home at who-knows-what time. Shameless.
Here's a new twist. One of the bunco players has asked Meg to babysit tonight during the game. Maybe I'm way out in left field here, but this has never happened before. Are they trying to lure an innocent 15-year-old girl into the mix? Sure, get 'em while they're young, and you'll have a convert for life. Do I let them go through with it? Such a dilemma. If I raise a stink, they'll know I'm onto them.
Just another chapter in the life of a guy who's married to someone with an addiction.....
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