Devastated by the reaction to her pink eye at the euchre tournament, Gladys picked up her silver tray of English hothouse cucumbers on dark rye bread and limped out of the church's basement door.
She had not asked for this pink eye which had now prevented her from becoming the euchre champion. She let out a little sob as she slid into her car and quickly stuffed a cucumber morsel into her mouth. My, they were good! And now, she had them all to herself. As she pulled away from the curb, she brightened and suddenly felt like a winner after all.