Whitey easily had seventy thou in front of him. “It"s all icing to me, Jack, if you want to continue.” He gestured at his stack to indicate that Jack could have whatever portion he wanted.
“You earned it fairly, Whitey, I couldn"t.” He grinned at Misty. “Daddy didn"t do so well today, did he?”
“Quitting ahead, at least,” she said brightly. “But you"re right, it"s time to stop.”
Together, they walked to the cage to cashier out.
Hand in hand, Jack and Misty headed to the entrance, where they ran into Whitey, tucking a stash of chits into his pocket.
“Dinner on me?” Whitey asked. “It"s the least I could do.” The drip bag at his shoulder was nearly empty. “Gotta stop for a refill, but how about it? What"s a little chow between chums?”
Morose, Jack agreed reluctantly, letting himself be t
