I turn beet red like a red beet. “The person I’ve been married to for a decade won the lottery last year, but she didn’t tell me about it!” Ben yells in Bennies direction! “I did honey-bunny-money-wonney-tummy-crummy-gunhee, I’m sorry for not telling you,” Her face saddens as she says. I turn to her. Angry. Like a goose. Like a angry goose. I angrily say in an angry voice, “I’m angry you didn’t tell me honey. Why have not? We have been married for a decade!” “Well honey-bunny-money-wonney-tummy-crummy-gunhee, I got this money from gambling, and I know how you feel about gambli-“ “You gambled? We’re divorced,” I say alreadying signing the papers. “No honey-bunny-money-wonney-tummy-crummy-gunhee!” I leave the door while benny cries behind me while also laughing because she won the lottery and has a lot of money, like a lot of money. One million is a bunch. No I have nothing. Too bad. (This story sends a good message. Gambling is bad. If someone tries to peer pressure you, say no and start running (away)!)