My grandfather was a card cheater...
My grandfather was a card cheater. I don’t know how honest or dishonest he really was. Did he make anyone poor? Maybe not. Maybe he only won from the rich and the crooked — I like to think so. I never met him. I only saw one photograph: a thin man with hollow cheeks, sitting in a hospital chair, dying of tuberculosis. My father looks exactly like him. And I look like my father. So, in a way, I look like my grandfather too. He died at fifty-five, already an old man. That generation aged...
