Chapter 20

As Andre recanted his version of events as they had happened since the last time I could remember seeing him, the pub at the Royal began emptying out.  The last race ran at 17h30 but most of the pundits had left before that, once they realised their chances of hitting the Pick 6 had disappeared along with the last of their money.  By the time the last race was running there were only around six or seven die-hard fans still shouting for their selections - as if the jockeys or horses could hear them through the television sets.  After that, it was really just Andre and myself along with two inebriated patrons still hugging their beers at the bar, oblivious to the two of us at the corner table.

“Kim was pissed with me for coming home so...

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