CHAPTER 38

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My words get cut off by the annoying music that is synonymous with the local gambling mafia, as I call them. I pull my ticket out. Oh, not again! Now I pull my ticket out and tense up.

"Seven," the man in the grey suit announces.

"Zero."

"Nine."

"Zero."

"Sixteen."

"Zero."

"Eighteen."

"Zero."

"Eight."

"One."

"Hey," Hazel says, smile cutting from ear to ear. "Your luck's changing."

"One filthy number?" I stand in desperation. "Now what the hell am I going to do?"

"Mary, you've been talking in riddles since you came down. Now tell me. What's going on?"

"I need a vacation," I blurt out. "I just need a break from all these damn problems. You know what? It's time I got out of here. I need some air."

"Don't forget the food."

I storm off with every intention of leaving it behind then remember I hadn't eaten for the day.

"You're welcome," Hazel shouts after me when I don't say thanks. But I pretend not to hear her. 

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