The Lucky Lottery
“The kids stopped and leaned on their ski poles. The sun shone on the spruce trees, turning their snowy branches to gold.
“The town can’t be far now,” Dink said. He looked at his watch. “It’s almost eight.”
“Can we rest for a while?” Josh asked. “I feel like lying right down in the snow.”
“We could,” Dink said, “but what if Dot cashes in the ticket while we’re resting?”
“She’s probably still in bed,” Josh grumbled, “where we should be.”
Ruth Rose laughed. “Josh, would you still be in bed if you ...had a winning lottery ticket? Come on, I’ll race you!”
Dink and Josh skied after Ruth Rose, and a few minutes later they were on Main Street in Blue Hills.
“Let’s ask where the lottery place is,” Ruth Rose said, pointing to a gas station.
The kids skied up to the office and peeked in the window. Dink saw a man reading a newspaper and sipping from a coffee mug.
Dink tapped on the window, and the man got up and opened the door. “Skis,” the man said.MoreLess
“The town can’t be far now,” Dink said. He looked at his watch. “It’s almost eight.”
“Can we rest for a while?” Josh asked. “I feel like lying right down in the snow.”
“We could,” Dink said, “but what if Dot cashes in the ticket while we’re resting?”
“She’s probably still in bed,” Josh grumbled, “where we should be.”
Ruth Rose laughed. “Josh, would you still be in bed if you ...had a winning lottery ticket? Come on, I’ll race you!”
Dink and Josh skied after Ruth Rose, and a few minutes later they were on Main Street in Blue Hills.
“Let’s ask where the lottery place is,” Ruth Rose said, pointing to a gas station.
The kids skied up to the office and peeked in the window. Dink saw a man reading a newspaper and sipping from a coffee mug.
Dink tapped on the window, and the man got up and opened the door. “Skis,” the man said.MoreLess
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