Chapter 11 How scary can a few numbers be in the first part? -11

why did she do this "Flager Steve Insurance," I'm sure I've heard something about this company lately.Which company is flag steve insurance anyway? oh yes! the one that had the champagne party in soho soho! ellie got very drunk and told the times David Salisbury, said she loved him! Come to think of it, it was a great party, one of the best. "Do you think this company is good?" Martin asked. "Of course," I said, "it has a good reputation in the industry." "Then," said Martin with satisfaction, "I think we should take their advice and keep up with the times."

"I think the more you keep up with the changes, the better," I say in my most professional-sounding tone, "but that's just my opinion." "Oh," Martin said, glancing at Janice, "if Rebecca thinks that's a good idea..." "Well, I don't think you should just listen to me!" I said hastily. "Listen to Rebecca, you are right!" Martin smiled with satisfaction, "She is an expert in finance and economics!" "You know, Tom buys your magazine sometimes," interjected Janice, "and now he's making a lot more money than he used to, and he's got a mortgage on the house... He says your articles are really good! He And said—"

"It's very kind of him to say that!" I interrupted her, "but, I really have to go. Nice to see you guys, say hello to Tom for me!" I turned and went in so quickly that I banged my knee on the doorjamb.Then I regretted a little and felt that I should say goodbye to them well.But, seriously, I'd go nuts if I heard them say one more thing about goddamn Tom and his goddamn kitchen! But when I sat in front of the "National Lottery" show, I had forgotten them all.We had a great dinner - Chicken Provence from Marks & Spencer and a bottle of Pinot Grigio California wine which I bought.I know chicken Provence is from Marks & Spencer as I have bought it myself several times.I can eat the sun-dried tomatoes and olives and all the flavors.Of course, my mother pretended that she made it improvised according to her own method.

I don't know why she does it, no one cares - especially when it's just me and Dad.I mean, obviously, there aren't any ingredients in the kitchen at home.There were piles of cardboard boxes and tons of finished food, no ingredients in an in-between state.But Mom would never admit that she bought a pre-made dinner, even if it was just a pie in a foil container.My dad would eat one of these pies, full of faux mushrooms and gooey seasoning; and be very candid, "It's delicious, honey." Mom would smile back, looking very pleased with herself . But this evening instead of pie in foil, it's Chicken Provence. (To be fair, I think it does look home-made — no one does that except for those finely chopped peppers that are spread on top, don’t they? They have better things to do.) So, anyway, we had chicken, drank quite a bit of Pinot Grigio, and had an apple meringue in the oven — and I'd proposed, feigning nonchalance, that we all watch TV.Because I glanced at the clock and knew that the "National Lottery" program had begun.In just a few minutes, everything will happen.Oh god, I can't wait any longer.

Luckily, my parents weren't the type to start a discussion about politics or books.We've given all the family news, I've told them about my work; they've told me about their vacation in Corsica - so at this point we're running out of things to talk about.We need to turn on the TV, only then can the conversation continue. We went into the living room together, and Dad lit the gas stove and turned on the TV.Just right! "National Lottery", several bright characters appeared.The lights were flickering, and Dale Winton was talking to the popular British TV series from "East Londoners".Tiffany's were teasing each other, and bursts of cheers broke out from time to time in the auditorium.My stomach contracted tighter and tighter, and my heart beat faster and faster.Minutes to go and those balls of luck will land; Minutes to go and I'm going to be a millionaire!

I leaned on the sofa calmly, thinking about what I should do if I won the lottery.I mean what do I do the moment I know I've won the lottery.To scream? Or to keep calm? Maybe I won't tell anyone for 24 hours, maybe I will never tell anyone. I was deeply attracted by this novel idea.I will be an unknown winner! I will take all the money with no stress at all.If someone asked me how I could afford so much designer clothing, I would tell them I was a freelance writer and wrote quite a few articles.Yes, I can change the lives of all my friends without leaving a name, like a good angel.No one will ever know.It's great!

I was thinking about how big a house I should buy so as not to attract everyone's attention. At this moment, the voice from the TV caught my attention. "The third question." what? "My favorite animal is the flamingo, because it is red, fluffy, and has long legs." In the TV, the girl sitting on the stool stretched her two smooth long legs excitedly. The audience below went crazy.I stared at her blankly.What's going on? How come we're watching Blind Dates? "The show used to be fun," Mom said, "but it's gone downhill." "You think this kind of crap is interesting?" Dad asked in disbelief.

"Listen, Dad, can we turn the station back to..." "I'm not saying it's interesting now, I'm saying..." "Dad!" I said, trying not to sound too alarmed, "can we switch back to BBC1, just for a little while?" I'm relieved that Blind Date is gone.But then, a man in a suit with an eager expression appeared on the screen. "The problem with being ignored by the police," he said nasally, "is that there aren't enough witnesses..." "dad!" "Which channel is the Program Guide?" he said impatiently. "There must be a better show than this."

"The lottery draw is on!" I almost screamed, "I want to see the lottery draw!" "Why do you want to watch the lottery draw? Did you buy a lottery ticket?" I meditated for a while.If I want to be an unknown winner, I can't tell anyone I bought a lottery ticket.Even my parents couldn't tell. "No!" I forced a smile. "I just wanted to see Martini McCartson." When the station finally tuned back, I felt much more at ease, and Tiffany was singing.I relaxed back on the couch and glanced at my watch. Of course I know that it doesn't really affect my chances of winning whether I watch it or not - but I don't want to miss that moment, do I? You might think I'm crazy, but I do feel that if I watch If so, I can have some kind of communication with those lucky balls through the screen.I would stare at them intently as they were tossed around and secretly attach my lucky number to them.It's a bit like supporting a certain team, I support the 1, 6, 9, 16, 23, 44 teams.

Unless the numbers are out of order.