Kat and Old Man
Kat and Old Man I was sitting at a slot machine, lost in the beauty of the scantily clad sirens, as the reels spun. One hundred six free spins… total win, three dollars fifty cents. I had nothing else to do, so why not sit here, wasting money? “Gueth who?” The tiny hands, and the lisp, gave Kat’s identity away immediately. Kat worked for her dad, as a second job, in the bingo hall. It was not far down the street, but it was only open on weekends. I had seen her at the casino a couple of other times, usually with a girlfriend,Julie, from the insurance company, where she worked her regular job. A very small girl of twenty two, she had short, dark hair, big, black eyes, and a small mouth, with a …