Page 50 of War Hope
"What's the prize tonight?"
I glance up briefly. "Ahundredquid," I say, dabbing another number.
"What?" He scrunches his brow. "A hundred quid?"
"I-42," the announcer calls.
"Friday and Saturday nights are cash prizes." I check his squares forI-42.
He snatches his bingo cardsfrom me. "Where's a fucking stamper?" He holds out his hand and wiggles his fingers, scouring over the numbers.
Istare athiswaiting hand for a beat and cock a brow. "Welcome to the life,Finnley." I dig in my handbag, find my purple dabber, and hand it to him.
"N-75. N-75"
Hepounds his stamper over his card. "That's right mother fucker. N-75!"
Sipping on my red bull, I glance at him. "I've created a monster," I whisper.
We keep going until someone shouts bingo. "Fuck!" Finn chucks his pen down on the table and I groan while trying to spot the culprit.
"Fucking Opal," I hiss as she hoists her rotting arse out of her seat and wobbles up to the front.
Finn shakes his head. "You're right, Opal is a cunt."
I think he might be my soulmate.
