They Won $85 Million And Kicked Me Out—Then I Asked One Question

who’d been there since our twenties, who’d sold Arthur his first lottery ticket decades ago—nodded at me with recognition.

“Cold night, Miss Lorraine,” he said warmly. “Want some coffee? Fresh pot.”

I shook my head, too tired to make conversation. My eyes drifted automatically to the lottery counter, the way they always did, drawn by habit and hope. continue reading …