The Power of Eastgate
Shouting on the next table which turned out to be nothing of any note meant that the action on the flop would be a mystery, and by the time we turned back to Table Eastgate, the board read . De Betou bet out 2,000, her hands shaking in a manner that was not even subtle. Eastgate, still as a rock, raised to 6,625.
De Betou put one hand over the other in an attempt to quell the shakes. She tanked up for a while, muttering under her breath. Then she folded.