-Juéguese the four hundred forty-eight said to my surprise the cashier the bakery when he finished giving me the change.
I had paid with a ten thousand and it not only gave me two or three notes and coins, but also a number to play the lottery, as if he knew I was about to present a book with texts gamblers.
"Thanks" was all I said. "Thank you. Forty-eight thanks.
"You're welcome, my love. But the lottery is Caracas. In the draw for the eleven o'clock.
"Okay," I said this time and walked awkwardly toward the car, had to go to the book.
Before entering the highway, the old man asking for money at traffic lights so I did it again. In exchange for the coins that the cashier had given me, of course.
"The four four eight. Lotería del Táchira. Draw seven.
was seven and five and the baptism was scheduled for half past seven, and the lottery would be for the next day. It was necessary to reach the museum. If patatin, if potatoes. The greetings, some speech. It was a collective presentation and pathological gambling was the only book of mine.
While presenting the collection, as were many people and too much heat, I sat next to the plants, about ten meters from the stage.
immediately approached by a dark, interesting, but with hair dyed yellow and a book of Fernández Retamar in his left hand.
- I can? -Just said what I understood as a question designed to see if I could sit beside me ..
"Sure, why not? "I said squeezing his legs and doing away with the elbows.
She sat down and began fanning herself with the book. Then he put on his lap, opened it and stopped at a blank page, which was scrawled the dedication.
- Is the author? I asked.
I do not know, the book is not mine is the friend I came, "said an inch of paper showing where clarito said:" Retamar. - What about you reading?
"A little, yes.
- What you write?
"A little less.
- And you are lucky?
I was going to respond, but then called me to take a picture of me with the book in hand, like a diploma.
Two minutes back.
"I have luck sometimes, depends on the company," I said thinking about a friend who always leads to misery, disgrace.
- And you take money with you?
"Possibly, I think so.
"Then take me to bingo.
- And your friend?
"Never mind, I return the book.
still do not quite know why, but immediately left the museum with the brunette hair dyed. Backspace, first, second, in just five minutes we arrived at bingo, and one more, we were next to the vending machines.
- Do you know that in the book happened to be talking about these machines?
"Oh, yeah? I'm going to get into this machine.
The machine in question was decorated with cars and flowers.
"If I play three carts, I'm fifteen free spins "he said, got the second ticket in the slot tragabilletes.
Beside me, an unfortunate fight with a machine filled with figurines of Disney: "Let me touch
three Barneys, please. I go three Barneys.
I could not help turn around completely to see his face.
What I saw justified the visit to the bingo. It was my history professor of psychiatry, a physician who had been educated Maracay selling panels of San Joaquin.
I pretended not to recognize it and continue giving money to the brunette hair dyed.
When the money was about to end, pulled away a twenty and introduced it in a pocket of his jacket.
- Why did you do that, Daddy? Look to bring bad luck.
"Do not worry, honey. Is to pay for parking, "I said thinking that twelve hours before the change to play four hundred forty-eight.
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