The play was quite unexceptional. I led one of my 8s - if it was paired I had another 8 all ready for six points; but no, she played a queen (not having an 8 to fall into the trap). It was useless now, so I played my second 8, making the score 26, to see a 5 played for 31 for 2 with the traditional "five's a fix" verbal flourish.
The second round of play gave my opponent just one point for "last".
From my hand, A,7,8,8, thanks to the ace which turned up, I netted eight holes. Across the table, too, came eight holes from the same ace and 4,5,10,Q. Then it appeared that her discards had been 2,2. This turned the box into a very useful A,A,2,2,3 (16 from four runs of three and two pairs) shooting her 19 points ahead on the deal. Ouch! The discards from two modest hands had formed themselves into a brilliant box.
Just suppose, I thought, I had kept the two pairs: A,A,8,8, throwing out 3,7. With the same turn-up, this would have given me a score of eight, though rather differently, but the box would have been reduced to A,2,3,3,7, yielding 10 points - six fewer than it in fact was; still most unwelcome, but a slight improvement all the same.
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