“If you can’t stop gambling, what diff erence will it make?”
“You know gambling is the essence of my dream. I can’t live without gambling. It would end my life if I did.”
“Well, what else can be said?”
Bing, for the fi rst time ever, had desperately sought for words but failed. He lifted his hands, but found them empty. He half rose and sat down, wretchedly. Perhaps he was trying to find a new way to convince her. Perhaps he was considering but more hesitating. Perhaps he was giving in. Perhaps not.