The Dice That Tamed A Tyrant

My dad and I always dreaded Christmas Eve at Uncle Tony’s mansion, a yearly spectacle of his over-the-top wealth, always making us feel small.

Tony, owner of a modest pizzeria chain, never missed a chance to mock Dad's bus driver past or my "grease-monkey" mechanic job.

This year, however, Tony’s arrogance reached a new low.

He brazenly set up a high-stakes craps game, demanding $500 a throw, openly intending to publically humiliate his working-class family and assert his dominance.