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Christ
,
the
tourists
in
this
town
have
more
fun
than
you
do
.
"
Johnny
said
,
"
Yeah
.
You
want
a
lift
to
that
blackjack
table
?
"
Nino
struggled
erect
on
the
sofa
and
pleated
his
feet
firmly
on
the
rug
.
"
I
can
make
it
,
"
he
said
.
He
let
the
glass
slip
to
the
floor
and
got
up
and
walked
quite
steadily
to
where
the
blackjack
table
had
been
set
up
.
The
dealer
was
ready
.
The
pit
boss
stood
behind
the
dealer
watching
.
The
relief
dealer
sat
on
a
chair
away
from
the
table
.
The
cocktail
waitress
sat
on
another
chair
in
a
line
of
vision
so
that
she
could
see
any
of
Nino
Valenti
's
gestures
.
Nino
rapped
on
the
green
baize
with
his
knuckles
.
"
Chips
,
"
he
said
.
The
pit
boss
took
a
pad
from
his
pocket
and
filled
out
a
slip
and
put
it
in
front
of
Nino
with
a
small
fountain
pen
.
"
Here
you
are
,
Mr.
Valenti
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
usual
five
thousand
to
start
.
"
Nino
scrawled
his
signature
on
the
bottom
of
the
slip
and
the
pit
boss
put
it
in
his
pocket
.
He
nodded
to
the
dealer
.
The
dealer
with
incredibly
deft
fingers
took
stacks
of
black
and
gold
one-hundred-dollar
daps
from
the
built-in
racks
before
him
.
In
not
more
than
fire
seconds
Nino
had
five
even
stacks
of
one-hundred-dollar
chips
before
him
,
each
stack
had
ten
chips
.
There
were
six
squares
a
little
larger
than
playing
card
shapes
etched
in
white
on
the
green
baize
,
each
square
placed
to
correspond
to
where
a
player
would
sit
.
Now
Nino
was
placing
bets
on
three
of
these
squares
,
single
chips
,
and
so
playing
three
hands
each
for
a
hundred
dollars
.
He
refused
to
take
a
hit
on
ail
three
hands
because
the
dealer
had
a
six
up
,
a
bust
card
,
and
the
dealer
did
bust
.
Nino
raked
in
his
chips
and
turned
to
Johnny
Fontane
.
"
That
's
how
to
start
the
night
,
huh
,
Johnny
?
"
Johnny
smiled
.
It
was
unusual
for
a
gambler
like
Nino
to
have
to
sign
a
chit
while
gambling
.
A
word
was
usually
good
enough
for
the
high
rollers
.
Maybe
they
were
afraid
Nino
would
n't
remember
his
take-out
because
of
his
drinking
.
They
did
n't
know
that
Nino
remembered
everything
.
Nino
kept
winning
and
after
the
third
round
lifted
a
finger
at
the
cocktail
waitress
.
She
went
to
the
bar
at
the
end
of
the
room
and
brought
him
his
usual
rye
in
a
water
glass
.
Nino
took
the
drink
,
switched
it
to
his
other
hand
so
he
could
put
an
arm
around
the
waitress
.
"
Sit
with
me
,
honey
,
play
a
few
hands
;
bring
me
luck
.
"
