
I Confess
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.