The Vigorish
Sep 20th, 2012 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Sal lurked in the hallways of the gambling den, all greasy hair and cigarette stench. No one acknowledged his presence, not even the proprietor who employed him. He was considered a necessary evil by some, the angel of reckoning by others.
They called him the Vigorish. His job was to calculate and collect the interest. He wasn’t the muscle–he was too much of a worm to behave violently. He was just the one doing the math.
If he came to your table, you knew you’d been cut off. If he came to your home, you knew you were dead.
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