The Final Play
What began as a simple wager among friends spiraled into an afternoon filled with unexpected twists and thrilling moments.
“I thought they were coming next week,” Rachel said, her voice laced with confusion. “I must have mixed up the dates. Sorry.” “Who’s coming?” She inquired, her curiosity piqued. “My poker buddies—Matt, Frank, and Cole,” Jeff responded casually. “What time are they arriving?” “Kickoff is at 1 o’clock, so they’ll be here between noon and 1.” “Jeff! It’s only 10:30! How am I supposed to whip the house into shape by lunchtime...