An easy prey

It's so wonderful when even after 60 years of marriage, you still have the same love look in your eyes. Moses is already 87, and his memory is not like what it used to be (nothing to do about it...). He used to own a huge company, with thousands of workers. His wife, Rebecca, was his secretary. And so, for many of years they used to live together, work together and play bridge together. Bridge is just entertainment to them, and success or failure in the game are accepted with the same smile by both.

"What day is it today, dear?" asked Moses.
"It's Monday, and we are going for our weekly bridge play in the club," said Rebecca.

On this hand they were facing two young players who thought they caught an easy prey.

Dealer South, all vulnerable.


As you can see, the contract is far from optimal... West, who "smelled blood" was in a hurry to double, and lead the ♦8.

"What are we playing?" asked Moses.
"4 hearts," answered Rebecca, and threw her husband an adoring gaze.
"Doubled," shouted West a reminder.

Moses won the ♦A, played the ♠AK, ruffed a spade, played ♣AK and ruffed a club. Now he played a heart and won with the last trump, the ♥A, that remained in dummy. 8 tricks are already "in the bag".

He continued with the ♦Q and when East covered with the ♦K, he "ruffed"... with the ♠8.

"What are we playing?" he asked again.
"4 hearts doubled. Heart is the trump, not spade," answered East viciously.

However, East's wide smile quickly disappeared when his partner, having only trumps in hand, had to ruff his winner and play a heart into Moses' ♥KJ.

"We got a top due to your brilliant play," said Rebecca , and wrote 790 for N-S.
"Give me a break!" puffed East without humor.

But the couple didn't pay attention to that remark and were already busy getting boards for the next round.

Later at home, Moses told his wife: "You know, you are as pretty as in the day we met. Do you feel like going to bed now?"
"What is it with you? You said the same thing to me half an hour ago, and five minutes ago we got out of the bed," said Rebecca with a wide smile.
"That's how it is, dear. I guess my brain is no longer what it used to be..."