Isabella was a dab hand at poker. There was something in her blood. It was years and years of playing poker with 1 and 2 cent wagers at her annual and compulsory holidays with her grand parents on the Gold Coast. Isabella’s hippie mother blamed the ‘materially-focused’ in-laws with corrupting her beautiful daughter with the ways of gambling. Needless to say, Isabella also loved the bingo at the lawn bowls club too but didn’t tell her mother about those adventures for fear of never getting to yell out “BINGO” ever again – for line or card. So whilst Isabella loved the game, her poker face was not her strong point. Opponents read her face, could determine her bluffs and knew when she had the hand of her life. For this reason Isabella commissioned her favourite ceramic artist to create a poker-faced training sculpture. Three times a day, Isabella trained with the sculpture, a packet of glossy cards and a tin of bronze, decommissioned coins. She had a charity poker tournament pending and needed to perfect the poker face. Isabella had a long way to go but should be commended on her dedication. Let’s hope she doesn’t get a pictured card in her first hand. God forbid a royal flush.