moaned Charlie as they exited the Red Rat, a gaming establishment on Ludlow Street. Julia frowned at her brother. “It’s not like it was your money lost, little boy.” “I know,” Charlie said proudly, looking over at Eddie. “My bird won.” “Stop wasting your time teachin’ her strategy, Charlie. A woman thinks how she thinks, and ya can’t do nothin’ about it,” Eddie said. “Thank you, Mr. Expert on Women,” Julia said, smirking. Eddie rolled his eyes at Charlie and John Nolan, who laughed. “And don’t lecture me on betting, you little beast,” Julia continued, growing more incensed. “I’m far, far ahead of you in the ratting ring. I’ve had six straight winners!” Charlie bent his head in shame and said nothing. She was right: he’d been on an unlucky streak. It could happen to the best of them.
