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"A lot of money," Mr. Rosselli said seriously. "And on a million, it's ten times that a lot of money."
"Right."
"So keeping two hundred thousand around in a safe, without getting no interest, is one thing, it's the cost of doing business. But a million dollars is something else. You can't afford to keep a million dollars sitting around in a safe someplace not earning no interest, just because maybe someday you're going to need it. Right?"
"Right," Vito replied.
"My glass's got a hole in it or something," Mr. Rosselli said. " You suppose I could have another one of these, Vito?"
"Absolutely. Excuse me, I should have seen it was empty."
"Get Paulo one too, if you don't mind. He looks dry."
Vito took the glasses and went into the kitchen and made fresh drinks.
He wondered for a moment what Gian-Carlo Rosselli wanted from him, wondered if despite what he had said at the house about not having to worry about making the markers good, he was here to tell him that had changed and he wanted the money, but that was quickly supplanted by the excitement of thinking about this guy at Oaks and Pines who had hit four times in a row.
Jesus Christ, winning six hundred big ones in four, five minutes! If I had that kind of luck, I could get my own place somewhere, maybe in Bucks County. And have enough left over to invest, so there would be a check every month, and I wouldn't have to raise a finger.
He carried the drinks back into Tony's living room. Gian-Carlo Rosselli had moved to the couch, and now had his feet up on the cocktail table. Vito, after a moment's hesitation, sat down beside him.
"I was telling you about this guy who hit his number four times in a row," Mr. Rosselli said.
"Yeah. I sure could use a little of that kind of luck."
"Yeah, you could," Mr. Rosselli said significantly. "Luck's been running against you, hasn't it? How much are you down? You mind my asking?"
"No. I don't mind. I'm down about twelve big ones."
"What the hell, it happens, but twelve thousand is a lot of money, isn't it? And what are your markers?"
"I think it's four thousand," Vito said, hoping that it looked as if it was unimportant to him, and that he had to think a moment before he could come up with the figure.
"Yeah, right. Four thousand," Mr. Rosselli said. "Pity it's not a hell of a lot more. We could call them, and pay off the million two we owe the guy at the Oaks and Pines."
"Million two?" Vito asked. "I thought you said he won six hundred big ones."
Mr. Rosselli looked as if he were surprised for a moment, and then said, "No. It's a million two."
"You said the general manager cut him off," Vito said.
"Mr. Clark. What I said, I guess I stopped before I was finished, was that Mr. Clarkwas going to cut him off, but when he started collecting his chips, he figured he didn't have to. An
d then the guy changed his mind…"
"He bet six hundred big ones?"
"No. Just the bet. Just the thirty-two thousand whatever it was. He took the nearly six hundred thousand off the table, and then said, 'One more time, just to see what happens' and bet the thirty-two thousand."
"Don't tell me he won?"
"He won. Which meant another nearly six hundred thousand we owed him. Altogether, it comes to a million two."
"And then the manager shut him off?"
"Then the guy said he was going to quit when he was ahead."
"And walked out with a million two?"
