is everything alright?
he said there'd been a contest, and i'd won a prize. he said there'd be a drawing in a week, and i'd either win a trip to, um, france or italy, i can't remember. he said if i bought one of their products, their filtration things, i wouldn't have to pay tax of the prize. she indicates a waterford ii installed on her kitchen faucet, then wilts under her husband's stare.
i was going to surprise you.
seven hundred dollars.
a courier picked it up. roy and frank exchange grimaces.
no.
this is nothing. you oughta catch me during little league season. three boys.
simon's about your age, but you'd never guess; he's so hyper. you know, girls really do mature much faster than boys.
they don't go to fremont, do they?
no thanks, honey. angela starts off, and the housewife notices the lottery ticket left behind.
honey, you dropped something. she holds it for her to see.
you sure?
huh. looks like someone put it through the wash by accident. it's for yesterday's drawing. that says the second, don't you think? angela inspects it, too: thanks to her and roy's handiwork, the date looks like the second, not the twenty-second.
we should at least see if it hit.
excuse me, sir? could we borrow your paper a sec? we're looking for lottery results. the newspaper drops. the man is roy.
ready? six, eighteen, thirty, forty-nine, sixty.
thirty, forty-nine, sixty.
you're joking.
you mean we missed by one number -- ? she looks -- it's true! they laugh, a little breathless, a little crestfallen. then, it's back to the wash.
story of my life.
it does?
uh-huh, uh-huh. thank you very much. she hangs up.
we won six hundred dollars!
-- shit! six hundred dollars!
the woman on the phone said we just have to take it in for verification. and then they'll mail me a check. i'll give you half, sweetie, don't worry.
no, no, we're fifty-fifty in this. in fact, we should call your mom and we can all go down there together. angela pulls back.
how 'bout your dad?
no, no, no. we're in this fifty- fifty. the housewife stops to think -- what to do? then she turns to see a bank atm across the street.
that's three hundred. don't spend it all at the coin-op. and hide it when you get home. don't let those brothers of yours anywhere near it.
thank you, sweetie. they hug again.