Stephen King: The Dead Zone

‘You want Vegas, go to Vegas. What can I say?’

But Johnny’s good humor tonight was unshakable. Things had gotten off to a poor start with that mask, but it had been all upbeat from there. In fact, it was the best night he could remember in years, maybe the best night ever. He looked at Sarah. Her color was high, her eyes sparkling. ‘What do you say, Sarah?’

She shook her head. ‘It’s Greek to me. What do you do?’

‘Play a number. Or red/black. Or odd/even. Or a ten-number series. They all pay differently.’ He gazed at the pitchman, who gazed back blandly. ‘At least, they should.’

‘Play black,’ she said. ‘It is sort of exciting, isn’t it?’

‘Black,’ he said, and dropped his odd dime on the black square.

The pitchman stared at the single dime on his expanse of playboard and sighed. ‘Heavy plunger.’ He turned to the Wheel.

Johnny’s hand wandered absently to his forehead and touched it. ‘Wait,’ he said abruptly.

He pushed one of his quarters onto the square reading 11-20.

‘That it?’

‘Sure,’ Johnny said.

The pitchman gave the Wheel a twist and it spun in-side its circle of lights, red and black merging. Johnny absently rubbed at his forehead. The Wheel began to slow and now they could hear the metronome-like tick-tock of the small wooden clapper sliding past the pins that divided the numbers. It reached 8, 9, seemed about to stop on 10, and slipped into the 11 slot with a final dick and came to rest.

‘The lady loses, the gentleman wins,’ the pitchman said.

‘You won, Johnny?’

‘Seems like it,’ Johnny said as the pitchman added two quarters to his original one. Sarah gave a little squeal, barely noticing as the pitchman swept the dime away.

‘Told you, my lucky night,’ Johnny said.

‘Twice is luck, once is just a fluke,’ the pitchman remarked. ‘Hey-hey-hey.’

‘Go again, Johnny,’ she said.

‘All right. Just as it is for me.’

‘Let it ride?’

‘Yes.’

The pitchman spun the Wheel again, and as it slid around, Sarah murmured quietly to him, ‘Aren’t all these carnival wheels suppose to be fixed?’

‘They used to be. Now the state inspects them and they just rely on their outrageous odds system.’

The Wheel had slowed to its final unwinding tick-tock. The pointer passed 10 and entered Johnny’s trip, still slowing.

‘Come on, come on! ‘ Sarah cried. A couple of teenagers on their way out paused to watch.

The wooden clapper, moving very slowly now, passed 16 and 17, then came to a stop on 18.

‘Gentleman wins again.’ The pitchman added six more quarters to Johnny’s pile.

‘You’re rich!’ Sarah gloated, and kissed him on the cheek.

‘You’re streaking, fella,’ the pitchman agreed enthusiastically. ‘Nobody quits a hot stick.

Hey-hey-hey.’

‘Should I go again?’ Johnny asked her.

‘Why not?’

‘Yeah, go ahead, man,’ one of the teenagers said. A button on his jacket bore the face of Jimi Hendrix. ‘That guy took me for four bucks tonight. I love to see him take a beatin.’

‘You too then,’ Johnny told Sarah. He gave her the odd quarter off his stack of nine. After a moment’s hesitation she laid it down on 21. Single numbers paid off ten to one on a hit, the board announced.

‘You’re riding the middle trip, right, fella?’

Johnny looked down at the eight quarters stacked on the board, and then he began to rub his forehead again, as if he felt the beginnings of a headache. Suddenly he swept the quarters off the board and jingled them in his two cupped hands.

‘No. Spin for the lady. I’ll watch this one.’

She looked at him, puzzled. ‘Johnny?’

He shrugged. ‘Just a feeling.’

The pitchman rolled his eyes in a heaven-give-me-strength-to-bear-these fools gesture and set his Wheel going again. It spun, slowed, and stopped. On double zero. ‘House numbah, house numbah,’ the pitchman chanted, and Sarah’s quarter disappeared into his apron.

‘Is that fair, Johnny?’ Sarah asked, hurt.

‘Zero and double zero only pay the house,’ he said.

‘Then you were smart to take your money off the board.’

‘I guess I was.’

‘You want me to spin this Wheel or go for coffee?’ the pitchman asked.

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