Frank gazed at his hands in disbelief tinged with anger. How could this have happened? He berated himself as he reviewed this part of his life, step by step.
He had been so careful even to the point of being called ‘overly-cautious’. Every move he made was planned out with all its possible consequences. That had given him great success all throughout his life. “That Frank, boy, he never does anything without thinking it through a dozen times. Slow, but Frank is something else!” People had said about him for all of his 72 years.
Buy or sell…left or right…that was how Frank lived his life. And now this. How could he not have seen this happening? The clues were all there, he realized that now. And now? What would he do now?
Frank should have forged forward when he had the chance. Taking chances on a whim wasn’t his way, but that was what Frank had done. He should have seen the walls closing around him, suffocating him, taking away his very breath. Too late, too late now.
With a heavy sigh of resignation, Frank reached across the board and knocked over his King. “Damn you, Jenny. I resign.”