She smiled and nodded, they deserved so much more than a lunch in a cafe, if he wouldn't gamble, they could afford to eat  out every week at a nice place. She figured on the chef salad, and a diet soda. She told the waiter what she wanted, and then handed the menu to the waiter.<br/><br/>She looked at Chris, wondering why he was so clueless to the fact things were breaking apart. He was never like this, only after he tried to make fast money did his senses about them dull. Still she held on by a thread, wanting not to think he would abandon her for the quick buck. Then the phone buzzed...again.