““I’m winning,” she cried. “Look, I’m up thirty bucks. Isn’t that cool? I’ll buy your lunch.” He held her at arm’s length, scrutinizing her. “How much have you had to drink?” Her hundred-watt smile faltered. “I had a victory drink. Or two.” “Two times what?” Ashlock swung on Chuck Harris, who was standing nearby. “What the hell are you two doing?” Chuck shook his head. “I’m just killing time, playing some penny slots. But I think your girlfriend’s on a toot.” Elsie gasped wi...th outrage. “You liar! You ordered the first beer.” Chuck picked up his jacket, neatly draped over the vinyl back of a red chair, and put it on. “I had a beer—about two hours ago,” he said, buttoning the top button of his coat. Elsie blinked with surprise. Could so much time have actually passed? She said, “That could not have been two hours ago.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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