The comments today require an "official" response, which I am more than pleased to provide.
Wow, Linda...kind words from an avid reader of all genres, and as such are particularly appreciated. When not much is going on here, I have to reach father afield to come up with something...anything...that might possibly be of interest. Thanks for hanging with me.
Kathryn: I hesitated to mention "Hell," which I have played countless hours with my mother, my sister, my Kids, my nephews and nieces from time immemorial. A particular memory regarding this card game of double solitaire involves our moving into a new house in an upscale neighborhood when I was in my early teens. Our next-door neighbor had a maid, for crying out loud, and the mother wore matched sweater sets and nylons (those came before pantyhose) and a string of pearls...every day. It was summer and all our windows were open, and Mother and I played Hell. For those not familiar with the game, it is played very fast, and the first one to use all their cards is required to yell (and I do mean yell), "HELL!" My mother was not surprised that she and Mrs. Woolston never became friends. I'm sure Mrs. Woolston played bridge; Mother played poker. We played Hell.