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Archer looked back to see Dixon staring at the spot where all his chips used to be. The king had lost his kingdom, as they all eventually did.
โI better go find that bottle of milk,โ Archer said to himself.
Chapter 4
HEY. HEY, YOU!โ
Archer looked over and saw the woman waving enthusiastically at him.
It was Liberty Callahan, of the Dancing Birds troupe, sitting at the roulette table. She had changed out of her stage outfit and lost her condor-sized feather. While her sparkly dress was tight, her welcoming smile, promising skittish fun with few rules, was even more appealing to Archer. And yet when he more soberly took in her toothy smile and frisky appearance, Archer saw in it prison guards itching to bust his head, chain gangs to nowhere, and food that was not food at all. That was what had happened to him the last time a gal had called out to him like that. A sob story, a poorly planned escape from her tyrannical father, the arrival of the police, a change in heart by the gal after her old man put the screws to her, with the result that Archer had donated a few years of his life to busting up rocks and seeing the world through the narrow width of prison cell bars. Still, he ordered a highball from the bar and took a seat next to her. He just couldnโt seem to help himself. He was an internal optimist. Or just stupid.
โIโm Liberty Callahan.โ
โIโm Archer.โ
She shot him a curious look. โThatโs a funny name.โ
โItโs my surname.โ
โWhatโs your given name?โ
โNot one I โgiveโ out.โ
Her features went slack and put out, but Archer didnโt feel unduly bothered by this. Any first meeting was a nifty place to lay out the ground rules. And his new universal ground rules were to take no one into his confidence and to listen more and talk less.
โSuit yourself, Archer.โ She turned to play with her little stack of chips.
He said, โMr. Shyner pointed you out to me back at the cafรฉ. Told me your name too.โ
She eyed him cautiously. โThatโs right, you were at his table.โ
Archer eyed the wheel and the dealer standing in the notch cut out of the elongated table, while the gamblers sipped on drinks and conspired on their future bets. He heard all sorts of talk coming in one ear about this method and that superstition coupled with that infallible telltale sign of where a spinning ball would come to rest in a bowl full of colored numbers in slots that were spinning the other way. People had colorful chips in hand that looked very different from the ones Archer had been using at the craps table.
The table had a sign that said minimum and maximum bets differentiated between inside and outside bets. Archer had no idea what any of that meant.
โHe told me you want to get into acting?โ said Archer.
Her smile emerged once more, showing every tooth in her arsenal, including a jacketed porcelain crown in the back that was so white it looked nearly pewter in the shadowy cave of her mouth.
She nodded, her smile deepening. โPeople calling out your name and wanting your autograph. Your picture in the newspapers. Somebody else driving you around and you travel with your own maid. It all sure sounds swell. So, yeah, I want to try my hand at it. Stupid, maybe. Long shot, sure, but why not me, right?โ
โSo what are you going to do about it?โ asked Archer evenly.
โHey, hey!โ called out the dealer. He was beady-eyed and thick at the waist but with a steady hand in which the little ball already rested. โYou got a seat, you got to bet.โ
โSorry,โ said Callahan. She quickly put a chip on ten black.
Archer pulled out some of his crap chips.
The dealer shook his head. โNo, no, you need to use roulette chips here, sonny. Let me see what you got there.โ
Archer pulled out all of his chips and showed them to the dealer. The man eyed him with interest as he totaled them up, scooped them away, and placed a stack of colorful chips in front of Archer.
โOkay, what do you want each to be worth?โ
โExcuse me?โ said Archer.
The dealer told him what his crap chips had been worth. โBut you get to pick how much each of these chips are worth, while not going over the total value of the chips you just turned in.โ
โWhy so complicated?โ
โItโs not complicated. Itโs roulette. Everybody at the table has a different color chip. They tell me what theyโre worth and I keep that in my head. Whatโs complicated?โ
Archer glanced over the chips and gave the man a number.
โThanks, genius,โ the dealer said as he placed a like-colored chip atop the rail by the wheel and then placed a number marker on it that coincided with the chip value Archer had given him.
The dealer grinned at Archer. โMemories are iffy, marker chips make it easy.โ
โYeah, I can see that, genius.โ He put a chip on ten black next to Callahanโs.
The ball was dropped and the wheel spun by the dealer. People kept betting until the ball was about to drop and then the dealer called out, โNo more bets.โ Seconds later Archer and Callahan lost their chips because the ball decided twenty-one red all the way on the other side was a much more comfortable resting place than ten black.
Callahan took a sip of her cocktail and said, โIโm going to Hollywood. Thatโs what you do if you want to be in the movie business, Archer. Ainโt you heard of that place?โ
โI donโt go to many movies. Never saw the point. Theyโre not real.โ
โWell, that is the point.โ
โIf
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