Book1:TeDream-Maker

e"oldtimers"andknewmostoftheregurers．Yokowouldrunerrandsforthem,fetakephonecalls,pickuportakehomeersinherjalopy．Thoseontheirwinningstreakswouldmagnanimouslygiveherfattipsfromtheirwinnings．Theywerekindredspiritswhohadknownthemisfortuneoflossesthemselves．Butretly，Amalia’sluckhadbeenverybad，andasshehurriedalong，Yokohopedtherewouldbeaturnforthebetterthatday．

    Asshegotnearherdestination，shesawRichardChaolattheentranjoyingthecloudofacigarette,asmugsmileonhisface．

    "Hi,Richard!Youseemtobeinagoodmood．Doioday?"

    "Notbad.”hereplied,pattingthebulgingpocketsofhisjacket.

    "Theownerofaeserestaurantwasgettingnervousasthestakesgothigherandhigherandbeggedmetositandgambleinhispce．Idid．Andyoukn