Two days later I saw her hand in hand with her husband. She flashed nonchalant smile in my direction, I nodded in return. It was the last time I saw her. It can happen in Vegas. Anything can happen in Vegas.
Dirty fingers are thick with some silvery stuff under the nails.
I tried to decipher what his profession was - artist, laborer, or did he work at all. His hands were nervously shuffling chips. The pile of chips in front of him was getting smaller with every dealt hand. Movements of his hands were becoming fast and jittery. I could sense the turmoil in his mind.