Page 153 of Glass (Crank 2)
Of course, it’s Saturday night—
actually Sunday morning now—
and the casinos are raking it in,
so losing a little to Dad doesn’t
mean much. Besides, if no one
won, no one would ever play.
Anyway, beyond watching
Dad, I’m watching people.
It’s amazing to see how eager
they are to exit Reno totally
broke. So many ATM machines,
so little time to drain them dry!
Dealers in black slacks and white
shirts. Cocktail waitresses
in tight, tiny skirts and super-
deep necklines. Janitors, in jump-
suits and spit-shined shoes.
Scowling pit bosses in perfect
tuxedoes. They’re all fun to watch—
covertly, of course—as they go
about their nightly business.
People-watching in casinos
is completely consuming.
And it’s only by accident
that it doesn’t consume a very
important moment in Hunter’s
little baby lifetime.
See, It’s Hard to Tell
If it’s nighttime or day
when you’re inside
