You want a juice? asked A., waving an orange juice at me. We’ve got winnings! Yeah, yeah, I came up empty, C. and A. up forty bucks. Nice to see a little spreading about of the wages of luck, but still. I’d rather be the gloating one. We ordered and waited patiently and then A., C., A., and I walked back to the apartment and took three hours to eat and talk in central air, A. lolling about on the couch. Nothing but nothing but luck.