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Mo NO Money, Mo Problems

Oh, the irony of counting out change for a fifty-­dollar bill while “Mo Money, Mo Problems” plays in the background. “Sir, I’m out of tens and twenties,” I say. “I’ll have to give you fives and singles . . . is that okay?”

It has to be, obviously.

The man smiles and nods enthusiastically. “Perfectly fine,” he says, dusting off the lapels of his (expensive-­looking) suit. “Matter of fact, keep a couple of those singles and give me a Mighty Millions ticket with the Mightyplier thing. I’ll slide a few of the other dollars into the Salvation Army bucket out front.”

Despite my desire to snort—­I know one shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but based on the Mercedes-­Benz key fob lying on the counter, I’d say this guy doesn’t need two hundred and twelve million more dollars—­I force the corners of my mouth to lift. “That’s very generous of you, sir.” Barf. “Nothing like a cheerful giver!”

The man takes his $43.74 in change, then grabs his mechanically separated meat stick and bottle of neon-­green Powerade. “Thanks so much”—­he looks at my name tag—­“Rico?”

“That’s me!” I chirp.

“Hmm. Interesting name for a cute girl such as yourself. And what interesting eyes you have . . . two different browns!” Now he’s winking.

Oh God.

“Thank you, sir. And thank you for shopping at the Gas ’n’ Go.”

He tosses a Merry Christmas! over the checkout counter before rotating on the heel of his fancy shoe and strutting out like he just won the lotto.

Merry Christmas. Pfffft. Not much real “merry” about a ten-­hour shift on Christmas Eve. It’ll almost be Christmas when I walk out of this joint . . . and then I get to spend thirty minutes walking home since the one public bus in this town stopped running hours ago. Good thing the crime rate in (s)Nor(e)cross, GA, is relatively low and it’s not that cold out.

I look at my Loki watch—­a birthday gift from my baby brother, Jax, that I never leave home without despite how childish it makes me look. Ninety-­seven minutes to freedom.

“It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” comes pouring out of the speakers (note to self: ask Mr. Zoughbi who the heck made this playlist), and I drop down onto my stool and put my chin in my hand. Truth be told, the influx of holiday cheer really has been a nice reprieve. Seems like every day there’s a new political scandal or gun attack or government-­sanctioned act of inhumanity or threat of nuclear war, but then Thanksgiving hit, and it felt like a collective exhale.

The bell over the door dings, snapping me back, and the cutest little old lady I’ve ever seen makes her way toward the counter. She’s tiny—­definitely under five feet and maybe ninety pounds soaking wet—­with dark brown skin and a little pouf of white hair. The Christmas tree on her sweater has real lights, and when I smile this time, it’s for real.

“Welcome to Gas ’n’ Go,” I say as she steps up to the counter.

“Why, thank you, dear. Aren’t you just lovely?”

Cheeks are warm. “Well, you’re looking pretty lovely yourself, madam,” I reply.

She giggles.

“I mean it. That’s a gorgeous sweater.”

“Oh, you stop that,” she says. “And anyhow, shouldn’t you be at home with your family? Take it from an old bird: you don’t wanna work your life away, now.”

I smile again. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be blowing this Popsicle stand in a little over an hour.”

“Good.” She nods approvingly.

“So how can I help you on this cool Christmas Eve?”

She leans forward over the counter a bit, and I’m drawn toward her like a magnet. “Well, I was on my way to church, and between you and me”—­she pauses to peek over her shoulder—­“I happened to look up as we passed one of those billboards that show the Mighty Millions jackpot. You know what I’m talkin’ about?”

I nod. Drop my voice to a near-­whisper so it matches hers. “Two hundred and twelve million, right?”

“That’s what the billboard said. I wasn’t gonna play this time, but then I saw your station loom up on the left, and . . . well, it felt like a sign. So I decided to stop.”

Now I’m really smiling. This is the kind of person I would love to see win.

“How old are you, sweet pea?” she asks.

“I’m seventeen, ma’am.”

“That’s about what I thought. You remind me of my granddaughter. She’s in her third year at Florida A&M University.”

I feel my smile sag, so I look away and pretend to do something behind the counter. Really hoping she doesn’t ask about my (nonexistent) college plans. I’d rather not deal with another adult customer’s judgy raised eyebrow when I explain that instead of college, I’ll accept the management position I’ve been offered here at Gas ’n’ Go, and continue to help support my family.

When I turn back to her, she’s rifling around in her purse.

“Thought I had a photo somewhere, but I guess not.” She shuts the bag and smiles at me. “What were we talkin’ about?”

“Umm . . . your granddaughter?”

“No, no.” With a wave. “Before that. I’ve got a nasty case of CRS lately. . . .”


She leans forward and lowers her voice again. “Cain’t Remember Shit.”

And now I’m really smiling again. Laughing, actually.

“I’m serious, now!” she says. “Where were we?”

“You were about to purchase a Mighty Millions ticket.”

“Oh yes, that’s right! Let’s do that.”

I step over to the machine. “Do you have specific numbers you’d like to play?”

“I do! Been playing the same ones since 1989.” She calls them out, and as the ticket prints, I stop breathing: three of her white-­ball numbers—­06, 29, 01—­make up my birth date. And her Mighty Ball number is 07. Which is supposed to be lucky, right?

“You’ve got my birthday on here!” tumbles out before I can stop it. Frankly, I do my best not to pay attention to the lottery at all. Mama’s been obsessed with the idea of winning for as long as I can remember, but after years of watching her make sure she had a dollar for a ticket and continuing to cling to this impossible hope while our finances literally crumbled around her (no doubt she bought at least one for this jackpot cycle) . . .

Hard pass.

Seeing the day I was born pop up on a ticket, though?

The lady’s face is lit up brighter than her Christmas tree sweater. “Your birthday, huh?”

“Mm-­hmm.” I point it out.

“Well, I’ll be! Perhaps you’re my lucky charm!”

My eyes stay fixed on the ticket as she takes it from me. What if she’s right? Two hundred and twelve million dollars could be on that little slip.

“Tell ya what, print me one of those Quick Picks, too,” she says.

“Yes, ma’am. Would you like to add the Mightyplier ­option to this one? For an extra dollar, it’ll double any nonjackpot winnings.”

“Oh no, we’re going for the big bank!”

I laugh. “Coming right up.” --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.


Praise for Jackpot:

"[A] hard-to-put-down, enjoyable read." Booklist 

"Smart, humorous and hopeful." —Shelf Awareness

"Stone delivers a thoughtful and polished novel about class, privilege, and relative poverty.” —Kirkus Reviews

“A deftly constructed tale that is equal parts satisfying wish-fulfillment and light-handed lessons learned…. This is a real winner.” SLJ

"By turns romantic, funny, and surprising, the story explores how class, status, and money—or lack thereof—have the ability to limit or expand life opportunities, the choices we make, and our universal need for love and connection.” The Horn Book

Praise for Dear Martin:

"Powerful, wrenching." John Green, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Turtles All the Way Down

"Absolutely incredible, honest, gut-wrenching. A must read!" Angie Thomas, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Hate U Give

"Raw and gripping." Jason Reynolds, New York Times bestselling author of Long Way Down --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

Product details

  • ASIN : B07QFS94KN
  • Publisher : Simon & Schuster Children's UK (17 October 2019)
  • Language : English
  • File size : 5279 KB
  • Text-to-Speech : Enabled
  • Screen Reader : Supported
  • Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
  • X-Ray : Enabled
  • Word Wise : Enabled
  • Print length : 370 pages
  • Page numbers source ISBN : 1984829629
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