These are exclamations uttered by all four of the kids over the previous week at their great-grandmother's house: How DOES she do that? I think she cheats. She can't just be that lucky! And like gluttons for punishment, Let's play again!
The "that" in the first sentence is beat, whip, cream, slaughter, (you pick the verb) all of us at euchre. The kids grandmother and great-grandmother taught them to play bid euchre over Thanksgiving, and we played game after game last week during our annual visit with Grandma Aurel in Florida. It didn't matter how we paired the teams, hers won. If there were only two other people willing to take the beating and everyone played individually, she would have won if her two opponents scores had been combined into one. It was uncanny how much better she was than all of us combined. I guess it's been a long time since my card shark days on the school bus.
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