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She
got
up
and
went
to
the
bathroom
.
I
could
hear
the
bath
water
running
.
It
was
only
10
:
15
am
.
I
went
back
to
sleep
.
I
took
Tanya
to
Santa
Anita
.
The
current
sensation
was
a
16
year
old
jockey
still
riding
with
his
5
pound
bug
advantage
.
He
was
from
the
east
and
was
riding
at
Santa
Anita
for
the
first
time
.
The
track
was
offering
a
prize
of
$
10
,
000
to
the
person
who
could
pick
the
winner
of
the
feature
race
,
but
his
or
her
entry
had
to
be
plucked
out
of
all
the
other
entries
.
One
person
was
drawn
for
each
horse
and
it
went
from
there
.
We
drove
in
about
the
4th
race
and
the
suckers
had
the
place
filled
to
capacity
.
All
the
seats
were
gone
and
there
was
no
parking
left
.
Track
personnel
directed
us
into
a
nearby
shopping
center
.
They
had
busses
to
shuttle
us
in
.
They
would
let
us
walk
back
after
the
last
race
.
"
This
is
madness
.
I
feel
like
going
back
,
"
I
told
Tanya
.
She
took
a
pull
from
her
pint
.
"
Fuck
it
,
"
she
said
,
"
we
’
re
here
.
"
After
we
got
inside
I
knew
a
special
place
to
sit
,
comfortable
and
isolated
,
and
I
took
her
there
.
The
only
thing
wrong
was
that
the
children
had
discovered
it
too
.
They
ran
about
kicking
up
dust
and
screaming
,
but
it
was
better
than
standing
.
"
We
’
re
leaving
after
the
8th
race
,
"
I
told
Tanya
.
"
The
last
of
these
people
won
’
t
get
out
of
here
until
midnight
.
"
"
I
’
ll
bet
a
racetrack
would
be
a
good
place
to
pick
up
men
.
"
"
The
hookers
work
the
clubhouse
.
"
"
Did
a
hooker
ever
pick
you
up
out
here
?
"
