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MIKE RESNICK CARD SHARK A John Justin Mallory story Winnifred Carruthers, a frown on her pink, pudgy face, placed some cards on a table. "The March Hare, the Mad Hatter, the White Rabbit, the Cheshire Cat, and the Star," she announced. Mallory, seated at his desk, his feet balanced atop a ouija board, never looked up from the Racing Form that he and the magic mirror behind him were studying intently. "Does that mean anything to you, John Justin!" she persisted. "It sounds like the answer to: 'Name a lousy poker hand,'" replied Mallory in a bored voice. He held up the Form. "There are more important things to consider: Flyaway's running again tomorrow." "Hasn't he lost thirty-eight races in a row?" asked Winnifred. "Forty-one," corrected the magic mirror. "I'd say he's due to win one, wouldn't you?" replied Mallory. "I'd go with the string," said the mirror. "So would I," said Winnifred. "He's remarkably consistent." Mallory shrugged. "It's a battle of wills. Someday that nag is going to win, and after betting him thirty-three straight races, I'm not going to be left behind when he does." "Leaving things behind--like other racehorses--doesn't seem to be his forte," noted |
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