this morning #518.

this morning, no matter how hard he tried to fight the urge to continue pinning his hopes on the fate of a few hopeful horses he’d never met, he once again found himself in the parking lot outside churchill downs, standing hand in hand with a woman he’d met an hour ago, praying today there’d be a payoff his wife could appreciate. he could never get her to appreciate the way he came across money but he could at least keep her calm with a palmful of cash. ensuring her happiness was the least he could do given that he hadn’t been faithful to her in years. by some stroke of luck, he’d never been caught. by spending all his luck at the track today though, that situation was about to change.