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give me the highes t denomination of chips, so I would have fewer to carry away with me.
    The man beside me was still smiling and was writing his number on a napkin. “What’s your nam e, sugar?” he asked . “Here’s my number. You call me if you’re going to play again while you’re here. I want to be at the table when you are.” He picked up my hand to shove the napkin into it followed by a $500 chip. “This is for you,” he said. “You were my l ucky l ady tonight.” His eyes lit up, and he said, “As a matter of fact, come on, I’ll take you out for a drink.” He grabbed me by my arm.
    I was aghast at his arrogance, but I tried to be nice and pulled my arm away. “No thank you,” I told him. “I have other plans.”
    “Baby, you’re coming with me,” he said. “We’ll have a good time. Let me buy you a drink.” He grabbed my arm again and held it tighter.
    A scene was about to be made as I said in a much louder voice, “No! I don’t want to go with you.” I tried harder to pull my arm away from him.
    “Listen, when I say you’re coming with me, you’re coming with me ,” he shouted . “ Do you know who I am?” It was obvious his anger was sparked.
    A pit boss came over and addressed him firmly, “Carl, the lady said no. I think that’s the end of the conversation.”
    The man gl ared at the pit boss then turned back to me. He seemed to regain his composure and said, “Yes, of course.” He nodded to me and with civility said, “Thank you again for the luck at the table.” He collected his chips and walked away.
    I turned to the table for my winnings. I tossed the $500 chip from the man onto the table and said, “For the dealers.” I didn’t want the man’s money and used it to tip the table workers. I stuffed his telephone number into an empty drink glass.
    As I turned to leave the table, I saw Dudley leaning against the wall and looking my way. He had a slight smile on his face as though he had been entertained by the scene. When he saw I made eye contact with him, he slightly tipped his bowler and nodded my way. I nodded back but left the area quickly and made my way to the cage where the cashier cashed my chips and my slot machine voucher to the tune of $8,675.
    Wow! I couldn’t help but squeal a little as the money was counted out to me. Th e extra money would give me and Mom loads more options as we planned the wedding this week . I stashed it in a zippered compartment in my purse and slipped the strap over my head . Too many people knew I had the money on me at the moment, and my purse would be safer closer to my body rather than hanging loose where it could be grabbed. I made my way back to the elevators and pushed number 13. Unlucky 13. Hah! It was proving to be very lucky for me.
    It wasn’t terribly late, but it had been a long day, and I was tired. Back in my room, I changed into pajamas and climbed into the comfortable bed. Thinking back over the day made me smile . I would get over the videos with Dell; they were already somewhat funny to me. And winning the money had been amazing. It was the first time I had ever played craps in a casino, and I couldn’t wait to let Aunt Charlotte know what had happened. It made me smile just thinking about it. But what was up with that man? Who in the world was Carl? Was he someone famous? Only a self-absorbed person who thought they were more important than they really were would ask , “ D o you know who I am? ” I certainly hoped I wouldn’t run into him again.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Saturday was another unseasonably warm day. The high would be in the low 70’s rather than the 50’s , as would normally be expected for this time of year.
    I dressed casually in dark blue skinny jeans belted with the thin , hot pink, crocodile belt I had purchased in Florida last year. I buttoned up a simple , white blouse with a Peter Pan color and tucked it in. I topped the blouse with a pink blazer with gathered 3/4 length s leeves.