The dollar was spent, and she looked in her wallet to discover that the next-smallest bill she had was a five. She hated using it—it was like paying to sit on a stool. But she pulled it out and inserted it into the princess machine anyway. She sat, watching the door where Pauline had exited. When it swung open and the manager walked out, she pushed the button for a spin. In a few minutes Pauline was back. “Everything okay?” she asked the waitress. Pauline placed a bottle of water next to Eve. “It’s fine,” she answered, not sounding very convincing. Eve pushed the button again while Pauline glanced around and then leaned back against the machine beside Eve. “This job,” Pauline said, blowing out a long breath. She shook her head. “How long you been doing it?” Eve asked. “What? Waitressing? Here?” Eve nodded. She hesitated, appeared to be counting up the years. “I’m coming up on my six-month anniversary here. They keep telling me I’ll move into the poker rooms or over to the tables when there’s an opening.”
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