“We urge watchers to check their pockets,” Midlands today is saying. “You only have a week to claim your winnings.”
“They’re making me worried it’s me who won,” I say to MindReader.
“Well, it was bought in Ladywood. Have you ever been there?”
“Twelve million,” MindReader says.
“Don’t,” I say. Winning the lottery would be one of my very worst nightmares. Nothing to strive for, nothing to earn. I would absolutely self destruct. “Even I couldn’t spend that.”
“You could,” MindReader says with a smile. “MindReader, I’ve spent it. But they said it is a really good horse…”