Las Vegas is a good place to live,” says my dad behind the morning newspaper. “Sunshine. And God’s with us here.”
“But Dad,” I open a bobby pin with my front teeth and pin a stray wisp of hair into a nickel-sized circle, “God’s nice, but wouldn’t you like to be something big? I mean, a zillionaire? Wouldn’t you like a Cadillac like Mario drives?”
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