A Pair of Slots
“Don’t worry, Sweetie. We have this in the bag.” Stella smiled as she patted her daughter’s hand.
Rose shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t think we’re the first ones to think of this. How many retired women want to break the bank—“
Stella hushed her daughter. “Keep it down. Just because we’re geriatrics doesn’t mean we’re deaf and stupid.” She glanced around, glad the rest of the elderly women on the bus continued about their business.
Rose glared at her mother. “Ma, I don’t like this.”
“Relax. In a few hours, We’ll own Vegas. Our system’s unbeatable.”