Life After the Million-Dollar Lottery1
On my way home from work, I bought a lottery ticket on a whim and won five million dollars.
Once my family found out, my parents, who always called me a dead weight, suddenly couldn't stop singing my praises.
Even my younger brother Logan Watson, who usually wouldn't give me the time of day, started warming up to me. He said I was more capable than any other sister out there.
"Rebecca, Logan's getting married soon. But his girlfriend's family wants a dowry of 660,000 dollars. Plus, they want him to buy a house for the wedding. You know houses these days start at two to three million dollars, so..." my mom, Grace Watson, said, all smiles.
I thought, "Hell, what on earth has gotten into her? Is this really the same woman who's been calling me a dead weight and little bitch all my life?"
Logan sat there with his feet up, acting like what Grace was saying had nothing to do with him. But I caught him sneaking glances this way every so often.
Just last week, Grace forcefully set me up on a blind date. God knew where she found him. She introduced me to a nearly forty-year-old balding guy, Bob, who was divorced once.