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dice with our minds to come up with the numbers we wa nted. It happened so often, it kind of freaked us out at times. I remember telling her once, “Watch me roll double sixes,” and the sixes came up. I looked at her and said, “I can do it again,” and I rolled the double sixes. We laughed and I said, “I can do it one more time, Aunt Charlotte.” She said I might be pushing the dice gods with three, but I assured her I could do it one more time. I rolled the dice and double sixes came up. We were awed and a little frightened for a moment , but then we burst into laughter. I loved rolling dice with Aunt Charlotte.
    The memory made me smile. I had chips with odds at different points on the table, but I wanted to make the bigger bet and call my number. I placed $100 in chips onto the table and told the stickman, “Prop bet double sixes, please.”
    Several people at the table said “ ooh , ” and a few laughed and shook their heads. Before I picked up the dice, I announced, “I’m going to roll double sixes. Anybody want to join me?”
    The cowboy studied me for a moment , and with a big grin , he pushed his cowboy hat back from his handsome face and called to the stickman, “I’m with her!” as he tossed a $10 chip onto the table.
    I picked up the dice and looked around the full table. A couple of women had their fingers crossed. Everyone was smiling and hoping for another winning number to come up. I gave another impish grin to everyone, and for few second s, I concentrated on the dice and on double sixes - just like I used to when I was ten years old.
    I tossed the dice. The cowboy let out an ear-piercing yell and the crowd went wild. Double sixes! I won $3,000 and the cowboy won $300.
    The man beside me reached over , grabbed me from behind by my shoulders , and pulled me in his direction to give me a hug and say, “Congratulations, lucky l ady. That was some miracle.”
    I pulled away from him and collected my winnings. I knew I could do it again. I could feel it. With a big smile, I announced to everyone around the table , “I’m going to do it again. Anybody want to come with me?” I put another $100 chip on the table for the stickman to put on double sixes.
    Everybody laughed. I knew many of them wanted to try, but the odds of roll ing double sixes twice was too high, and just about everyone held back. The cowboy put another $10 chip on the table for the bet, and so did a husband and wife who were playing together. As I reached for the dice, the m an beside me announced, “Lucky l ady she is. I’ll take that bet . ” He put a $500 chip on the table.
    I picked up the dice and concentrated hard , willing the double sixes to come up . I tossed them down the table . It didn’t feel like slow motion this time. They were down the table, off the rubber, and sitting still on double sixes. The group roared with excitement , and the cowboy went bonkers. The man beside me picked me up off the floor in a big bear hug and whirled around in a circle with me in his arms. I hated being manhandled and pushed against him so he would put me down, but it was hard to be too mad while I was grinning from ear to ear.
    “Lucky l ady, you are the lady for me!” he crowed as he settled me back on my feet. “That was fantastic! I just won $15,000 thanks to you.”
    True, he had won $15,000, and I had picked up another $3,000. Another memory flashed into my mind. “ It was “ time to quit while the quittin’ was good , ” Aunt Charlotte would say. After everyone settled down a bit, I shook my head and said, “I’m afraid I don’t have any more , and this run is over.”
    I removed all of my bets with the exception of one lone $10 chip on the pass line. I waited to see if anyone wan ted to reduce their bets . Only the cowboy and the husband and wife followed my lead. The n ext roll was a seven . It ended my run, but what a run it was. I had nearly $6500 in winnings. I asked the dealer to color me up, which would