Satiricus was happy for the fella. As he walked slowly to the Back Street Bar, he wondered how the carpenter fella from Staten Island, Nandlall Mangal, really felt now that his US$245.6 million Lottery win had sunk in. HE wouldn’t mind being in that position to answer the question, he grinned to himself.
“Eh! Eh! Sato!” exclaimed Bungi as he espied Satiricus and his grin. “Like yuh win de big Latto, or wha’?”
“Like you’re a mind reader, or what?” exclaimed Satiricus. “I was just thinking about that Mangal fella and his quarter billion US win!”
“Budday!! All abee a t’ink ‘bout de man!!” said Cappo, as he sipped his beer thoughtfully. “Me t’ink ‘e a wan fam’ly fram me Poowah husban’ side!”
“Really?” asked Hari, with rising interest and clinking his bottle with Cappo’s. “Maybe he might give you a piece of the action?”
“Me na know,” said Cappo doubtfully. “W’en me bin ba’k-tra’k a Nyu Yaak, me na bin check de man out!”
“But da na mean yuh cyaan check am out now!” said Bungi. “W’en rain ah fall ah roof, yuh put barrel fuh ketch am.”
“Well, de ‘Merican Guvment done tek out US$146 million in tax!” pointed out Cappo, signalling for another beer.
“Budday, that still leaves US$99 million!!” pointed out Satiricus. “Even a $50,000 will become $10 million here!!”
“You have to strike while the iron is hot, Cappo,” advised Hari. “I remember a fella from Houston who won $50 million from the Guyana Lottery.”
“Me know de fella,” said Bungi, putting down his beer. “All de money done!”
“Wasteful man money ah guh like butter in de sun,” commiserated Cappo.
“And that’s why you have to get in touch with Mangal before he blows it all in Hawaii!” pleaded Hari.
“I know what you should do, Cappo,” said Satiricus. “Don’t just ask him for money…tell him you want a loan to invest in the oil business!”
“Da rite,” agreed Bungi. “See how ev’rybady a len’ de Guvment money, now dem know ile a come!”
“That’s a plan!” said Hari with a smile.
