‘I don’t know why you bother. You’ll never win the jackpot.’
This is what Terry says each week, after Sherry purchases her lottery tickets. Three games: two for Powerball, and one for Saturday night’s draw.
Deep within, she knows it’s a long shot, but shrugs and says, ‘Gotta be in it to win it, Tez.’
‘You should run a workshop. You could call it Foolish Ways to Lose Money,’ says Terry. He sniggers, tries to throw his arm around her shoulders, but she wriggles away from him.
There’s just no need to be so cutting and rude. Sherry doesn’t respond, isn’t interested in getting into a heated discussion with him, especially not here, on the main street outside the newsagent. Tucks her tickets into her purse and smiles. Looks up at the bright blue sky and thinks this could be it.
This could be the day she wins, the day her life changes. And if it is, Terry’s not getting a red cent.