We pulled into the service station.
"While I pump gas, you go in and buy two lottery tickets, "Himself said to me as he handed me two dollars.
Yes, occasionally we worship at the altar of Auntie Rose just like Ma. Unlike Ma, we play the legitimate lottery sanctioned by the State. Himself only plays the lottery when the jackpot is in the hundreds of millions. The jackpot was $250 million.
"Play our numbers." He handed me an official lottery form. "And ask for a quick pick."
I came out of the gas station convenience story holding the two holy white squares. Money can't buy happiness, but it certainly would come in handy. The girls' college education paid for in full, home equity loan and credit card paid off, a row of deciduous, no a row of flowering crab apple trees bought and planted along the Leaf Lady's side line. On the ride home, I chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Himself asked.
"If you win, Ma is going to be so ticked. You realize she would expect you to take care of her for the rest of her life."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she's been talking about moving lately."
"Yes, I'll see that she's moved into a new home."