I take his advice. Unfortunately, my first table is rather tight. I play pretty well, but I can not complete my draws. Except my flopped flush, which gets cracked by a boat on the river. As I approach the new game, I see Nolan taking a couple of racks off the table.
Tomorrow is another day.
Back to the Trop. Open the door. She and I move the bed and I get my suitcase from the hallway. Next day, Nolan tells me that Marietta has no memory of talking to me that night. Another losing day.