With any luck, we'll also find our gun shop owner is there too!"I'd like to say that Bel, the expert on tracing and finding items, located our rogue m...ssing gun dealer on the first try, but actually we found nearly everyone else I'd handed a coin to first, including our cabbie from yesterday. The spell was clearly working as intended, but I found eight of my ten other given silver dollars first. The tricky part was once Bel was sure that we were near our real quarry, the location of the coin. I had done that the year before and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to deal with it again. Everything on campus had been shut down and it was a long walk to civilization.My Godmother, my favorite aunt, Linda, picked me up at the airport in her old piece of shit Cadillac. She was waiting at the curb at passenger pick up when I finally came out of baggage claim.“Oh my God, Kevin! You look wonderful!” she yelled. She looked wonderful too. At forty years old, she was the youngest of my mother’s. Seeing Josi smiling at his little act was making it very difficult to not let out a chuckle. After having a seat, he looked over at the man that said he would show him how to play. "Shoot," he said, simply.Ordinarily this would be the dealers job. But the dealer knew Michael and kept his mouth shut. Then Jack started to speak. "Alright, kid, this is how the game is played," he started. Taking a puff off a rather large cigar. "The dealer will deal two cards face down to each player. These are. I’m awkward about it, but I’m honest about it, too. So I tried to sneak my way into his life. I found where his office is, just to stop by and force myself to have some kind of a conversation with him. He didn’t seem to mind. I had time to kill. I was happy he didn’t try to dodge me. I was determined to at least become friends with him. Sometimes while talking, he seemed to flirt back. It gave me hope, and I hated myself for it. He’d ask questions that would make me wonder why he cared. I know.