Luck wasn't Mike's name when he gambled his money on the crap table inside the casino. He could see people hitting the jackpot at the table next to him, and he felt jealous as his losses keep mounting up. He was unable to keep track of the number of times he was dealt with bad dice. He wanted to take a seat at one of the lucky tables, but each one of them was full. He tried standing up for a while, loosening a bit, walking back and forth, any strategy to let the string of bad luck go away.
He relieved himself inside the comfort room and cracked his tired neck to loosen up the stretched nerves. As he whistled an old tune, he heard a woman's voice laughing inside one of the cubicles. He stopped, and the voice also stopped. A few seconds later, it spoke to him again.
"You will lose everything," said the old woman. It was quite faint, but he could hear her voice clearly.
Mike cleared his throat. He zipped his pants and tried to listen in one of the closed cubicles.
