I take my seat for the game. The crowd is electric, anticipating an exciting climax to a thrilling season.
I hold the betting stub close, like a talisman. It represents all the money we could beg, borrow or steal.
I see Tony take the field in his umpire’s uniform. He knows how to exert leverage on the game, to drive events towards our desired outcome.
He’ll make it happen. He’ll throw the game. He’ll make us rich.
Rich enough to kill our little girl’s cancer.