Foreigners in Las Vegas
A Love Story ..
Walt was out of the room for two days. If hungry, he would call room service. Is he a good guy at gambling. He bets everything, the feeling, and then the opponent has more cards. It was time to leave Las Vegas, but the defeat he felt was a victory.
And when he returned to attend the poker table, his stakes were just slipping away. It didn't take long for his funds, both in his pocket and in the bank, to run out, as the check was signed left and right. Just enough of the next resistance.
Another chapter in his life was about to begin. He had already decided, he went down and the hotel calculated his bill and said it would be his return. He trained his feet to walk, for he would again wear the tides of the people in the usual ways.
He had met Grace, he wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t greeted her. The executive’s uniform was worn by it. High heel shoes. Keep the hair, thin and appropriate make-up. “Where are you from”? said Walt. “On the treasure island. Applying for a job ”. They go together. “What is the result?” “Will be back next week. As a result of the interview, it was still too long. I am hungry ”. "Let's eat." “Thank you very much. I still owe money ”. They laughed. They entered the Japanese Retaurant. “What job are you applying for?” "Computer encoder". "What did you end up with?" "Information technology". “Diay. And why is your container just an encoder? ” “Mao again. That's easy. Are you still in Imperial? ” "I'm moving." "Asa?" “In San Francisco insurance”. “If you invite me, I will go with you. How do I pay? ” They laughed. “I’m planning to do research for a novel.” "I can help." "How much salary do you want?" “Even nothing. Research percentage. I am even more in debt. ” They laughed. "When are we going to walk?" Their time is short. Just a few tops of the pigeons. Walt tells Grace that they are going to meet in the Imperial lounge. Walt paid and took his things. The phone rang and he picked up the auditory. “You have a long distance call, Sir from Los Angeles. She is supposed to be pinky. ” said the telephonist. "Please, say you have left the hotel". Walt just stared at Pinky's bed. When she came down there was Grace still wearing a hat with wide dove feathers. And they were walking around The Strip and when they saw a car, they parked it. They put their suitcases in the back. "At the airport." said Walt. Soon they were flying, on a plane to San Francisco. Walt leaned out the window and cleared the desert city. In the plaza the foreign pigeons would gather, but in their scattered flight, no one knew where they were going. Grace leaned against his chest. She will help Grace find a job and her destiny. Boutan and young it. There is a right to Life. She put her mind to finding then her son, and her son on the dagger. This is real victory and sustainability.
