*Matilda*
In the end, Rexton insists that our first foray into gambling be on him. He made the offer at the roulette table in such a manner I realized arguing against the idea would be ungracious of me, especially as several people are eyeing us with curiosity.
It only takes me a few minutes to determine there's no point to the game other than to hand over money. Whether I place my chips on a number, a color, or a line, I always seem to get it wrong.
Gina has a bit more luck, very vocal with her wins, squealing her pleasure. When she loses, she simply says, “Next time,” and goes about putting down more chips.
Naturally, Rexton is guiding Gina as though he knows a secret about the wheel, as though he can look at it and determine where the little ball will land long before the wheel is s
