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 Eyes rolling skyward behind her hand of cards, Cordeliaâs other hand brought her drink up to her lips, and she chortled into her glass. Her and Myrtleâs drunken midsummer games of âBullshitâ always went this way; they sat out on the back porch basking in the amber glow of the sunset, cards dealt, iced cocktails sipped down easily in the still-stifling Louisiana heat. Knowing Delia was as much of a lightweight as they came, Myrtle would wait a sufficient number of glasses before calling all of Deliaâs bluffs with her swindling use of divination. But on this particular night, sheâd caught the headmistress a little too sober to get away with it.
 âNow thatâs the real bullshit right there,â she accused with a chuckle, taking another swig of her drink and narrowing her eyes at her confidante. âNuh-uh. I know what youâre trying to do, lady. You wonât fool- WHOOOP!â Cordeliaâs slurred words were punctuated with an exclamation as she plonked her glass down on the table a little too clumsily, sticky alcohol and soda spilling out over her hand and their discarded cards.












