I LOST THE FIRST BET I WON

I sent a hundred with my aunt when she asked if I wanted to bet on my uncle's [her brother's] fighting/game cocks to this derby they were going to. I had never been lucky with anything that involved gambling, so that was more to boost her confidence and add to their luck than anything that I gave her the hundred. The minute I handed it to her I considered it gone.

Imagine my surprise when she came home to tell me that she'd turned my hundred into four hundred! I was ecstatic. But that was short-lived, as in 30-minutes short-lived.

After she handed me my winnings, I asked my bro to hold on to it since my hands were soiled with the oysters we were feasting on. About five minutes after that we all got up to have dinner.
When we came back, the money was gone. My brother insisted that he handed it back to me and that I took it. I told him that if that did happen that would've defied the very purpose of me asking him to hold on to it because of my soiled hands.

Everyone in the house turned it [the house] upside-down and we couldn't find it.

Hmm... drunk people, all except me. Go figure.

In the end I thought, I knew it was too good to be true--me, win anything? Then again, maybe it's God's way of saying, 'Not you. You don't have self-control.'

Okay, I'm all for that. Still, I would've appreciated not getting anything I'm gonna lose anyway. It was money, for cryin' out loud, not love.

Sigh. Oh, well.