“So, who’s going to die today?”

“My bets on Fred.”

“How much?”

“I’ll put down $3 today.”

“John has been looking a bit peekish; I’ll put a fiver on him”

Jack signalled to the other men at the table that Jan was approaching with a “Hmm hmm” The group of men sheepishly put away their wager book and lifted their coffee cups to their lips. She gave them a poercing stare as she walked by, she knew they were up to something , they always were. She and the nurses garb passed by them and Joseph took the book out once again, finishing the bets. It was just another thing the four did