"'Your father's only Waterloo was he was a man always twenty years before his time,' Benny advised me that night in the Flamingo. 'The ghost-town scheme, the midget golf, the automatic blackjack concept, what do you see today? Harry Wyeth could be a Rockefeller in Silver Wells today.'
'There isn't any Silver Wells today,' I said. 'It's in the middle of a missile range.'
'I'm speaking about then, Maria. As it was.'
Benny called for a round of Cuba Libres, a drink I have never known anyone but my mother and father and Benny Austin to order, and I gave him some chips to play for me and went to the ladies' room and never came back. I told myself it was because I didn't want Benny to see the kind of man I was with, I was with a man who was playing baccarat with hundred-dollar bills behind the rope, but that wasn't all of it. I might as well lay it on the line, I have trouble with as it was."
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