““She was beginning to understand. Winners didn’t shoot off their mouths. They were afraid of getting murdered in the parking lot. After the fourth race, a $22.80 winner, he turned again and told Katherine, “I had that one, ten across.” She turned away. “His face is yellow, Hank. Did you see his eyes? He’s sick.” “He’s sick on the dream. We’re all sick on the dream, that’s why we’re out here.””
