he was wearing the same leather jacket he wore the other night , and the gray knit cap was on his head . i squeezed through the crowd towards the far side of the tent , where a table was lined with filled cups . she spun around to face him , her eyes flaming with the fury within her . she looks calm , but her hands are balled into fists . `` okay , what does that mean , exactly ? '' i won it in a hand of poker . '' 