““Another coin! Another coin!” He grips the bar behind him and leans forward, butting his blond head against his mom’s stomach as he chants. She fishes a coin out of her pocket and hands it to him. “This is the last one. Make it good.” He stares at the dark circle in his open palm, then holds it out to me. I’m not sure what he’s waiting for, so I smile and say, “This will make six times.” He brings it closer. “Your turn.” His mom is beaming at him. I try to remember the last time my mom was so visibly proud of me and come up with nothing.””
