I thought that in the interest of financial stability Nanae ought to increase her hours of part-time work rather than stocking up on lottery tickets.

“You know those tickets never win.”

“I know[1].”

“Why don’t you quit buying them then?”

“Yeah. But I still have a dollar and a few dreams. A person can’t live without dreams, after all.”

“I suppose not.”

“Anyway, nothing good ever happens in life.” She sighed.

This was her constant refrain. I gave my stock reply: “No, it doesn’t. Good things just don’t happen.”

“I’d have been satisfied with something small. I don’t need a million dollars.