They ended up going home with $180, all of which they needed to apply to their rent.
“Maybe our luck’s run dry,” Alfred said morosely as he put the car in reverse after it had stalled a few times.
“Nah,” Donna said, “I still got you.” She reached over and took Alfred’s hand.
“Hmpf,” Alfred said. “I was going to buy you a new coat.”
“Now that would be a waste of good money,” Donna said, “This here coat is jus’ fine.”
The weather warmed and then finally got hot. All the remaining puddles from the spring melt disappeared as the dry wind blew. More families frequented The Owl Club. Most of them stopped at the fast food restaurants in Winnemucca or at McDonald’s by the freeway, but they still got a trickle of families in the summer too, they were on road trips. There were also more retired folks. They would come inside, squinting after being in the sunlight. They’d remove sunhats and sunglasses and after playing the nickel slots, they’d have a cup of coffee and a cup of soup. Then they’d climb back in their RVs and head down the road.
Everyone seemed to be on the move in the summer. Alfred and Donna would sit on their small patch of grass (mostly weeds) behind their trailer on their days off. Donna would sit with her feet in a kiddie pool she’d fill up from the hose and Alfred would flip through his gun magazines. He didn’t actually own any guns but he liked gun magazines. They’d watch the traffic whiz by on the freeway.
“Always rushin’,” Donna would say as the semi trucks and sports cars, minivans and moving trucks, sped by.
“Yep,” Alfred would say, “Where do y’ spose they’re all headed?”
“Beats me,” Donna would say.
Check back tomorrow to learn more about Donna and Alfred!