In the ladies room of the hotel restaurant,
I dried my hands. The soap was still on the floor.

"Jeff?" I said, feeling the color rise on my
cheeks as I turned to face Uncle Roger.

Uncle Roger reached into his pocket and pulled out
a small chip. It was less than an inch long -
covered with colored ridges and gold lines.
"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a knock off of the chip Jeff designed
and Tom stole, " he said.
There was a piece of rice stuck between
his front teeth.

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