Larry was faded, undernourished and fond of whisky. He usually ran last. One night, he shocked everyone by winning a bonus round based on the periodic table.
Louise wore cork heels, skimpy sarongs and a different wig every week. She started the night brandishing her Tom Collins at the screen showing the dogs running at Dapto. In the flash karaoke round, she sang like Julie London.
For five weeks they pooled resources, huddled and giggling like kids. It was sweet.
Last Wednesday, Larry sat alone. No one felt like asking what had happened.