All it would take was one big win. Just one. It was always around the corner, and the shining hope was always right in front of him. He considered studying the racing form to be homework of a sort, and it only made sense that it was more important than helping the kids with their homework. If he hit it big, he’d have time to help. Or he could hire a tutor. He couldn't understand why his wife couldn’t see the logic. He placed his bets behind her back. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.