Real Estate Solitaire
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2020 3:17 am
Saun 1st, 720
They were having another fight in Vahanic, Ildred and him. Something was eating her, and she just couldn't leave it alone. Sometimes Rakvald wished something would come along and eat her. But then he remembered precious Svarthulda, Svarthilda... err whatever the girl's name was. He always got it mixed up.
"Rakvald, I've told you a thousand times, Scalvoris and Almund in particular aren't worth the trouble. The council can't find its elbow for its asshole, and things in Quacia were run much better, regardless of the Theocratum..."
"Aha! The same Theocratum you set me up to get flogged by? The same Theocratum you conspired to have my prized pig sold to!? How dare you bring them into this, woman!" Rakvald's bat-like face went beat red. "I put a lot into this house, I'm not selling it. We can move back to Quacia, but we're not selling the house.
She fumed, but as happened often during their fights, she set off quietly without another word. She was planning something, hatching a scheme, Rakvald knew it. But there was little he could do to bring Ildred to heel. The woman did whatever she wanted, regardless of Rakvald's preferences. He tried to put her out of his mind for the moment, sitting down at the parlor to play a few rounds of angry solitaire. With cards.
He shuffled them with angry vigor, and an idea came to him then. He'd play to decide what he'd do with the house before the family moved back to Quacia! If he lost, he would sell the house to the first buyer. If he won, he'd find a good plot for Ildred in the corn garden. Chuckling darkly to himself, he began shuffling the cards once more, and began dealing them out. Four piles on the upper right, and a pool on the left. He decided to make it simple solitaire, with just one card available at a time. That would make it easier to win! Or so he thought.
He began flipping the cards, coming up with low suits. Mostly twos and threes and fours. Grumbling to himself, he moved these over until he did come by a King. Beaming brightly at the king of diamonds, he slipped him over to the right-most pile.