“There’s no such thing as the law of averages.” I stare at you in silence. I’d been doing so well, finally I had the upper hand. I’d made it through your casual disparagement and denial, your harsher denouncements and diversions, and forced you to sit back and stare at the middle distance while smoke curled round you. “There’s no such thing as the law of averages.” I tried to regroup, humiliated, desperate to take back the upper hand and win. “There’s no such thing as the law as averages.” And now you’re gone and all I want is the chance.