The Number Hole
The old saying goes, “Man plans, God laughs.” God laughs plenty when the characters in this story fail to place their faith in Him. But to what lengths will God let the mess go on to render a soul willing to try things His way?
Before there was the Lottery, Scratch-offs, and the Power Ball, there was the friendly neighborhood Number Hole. And the Hole takes center stage in the mist of the mess. The story unfolds through the eyes of a child, as the lives of two, Max and Grace, stumble upon life-changing aha moments.
The entire Harlem community enthralls itself with notions of hitting the number of the day. Max is a man somewhere in his 30s. He’s also the Number Hole’s gatekeeper (i.e., the lookout man). Max is about to roll into his last day on the job—only he doesn’t know it yet. An ensemble of colorful residents emerges, along with their comical quirks for calculating the winning numerical combination, and their strong urge to get into Max’s personal business. Max struggles to maintain a polite, professional distance.
Grace is an obstinate 65-year-old. She’s on her way to play her number for the day when she heeds a premonition from her no-good, cheatin’ dead husband and she manages to be one of the very few to avoid arrest. And it’s a good thing, too, because Grace has had two lifetimes worth of hardship and is now spending her golden years perched on a barstool, anesthetizing her pain in the Starlite Bar. To put it simply, she could use a break and a life change.
The number hole is a smooth operation, complete with staff, a communications system and organized escape routes—should the police want to shut down operations for the day.
Privately and coincidentally, everyone decides on the same sacred number to play—511. Faith runs high, personal needs are plenty. And with a pinch of good luck, a big win could set things straight. When the number materializes, it’s not how everyone expects.
Instead of producing winners, 511 comes plastered on the side of a police paddy wagon, the Black Maria. A surprise melee pinnacles when the police chase Max into an alley and he is shot, but not before the residents show their loyalty by trying to form a human shield to protect him.
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Before there was the Lottery, Scratch-offs, and the Power Ball, there was the friendly neighborhood Number Hole. And the Hole takes center stage in the mist of the mess. The story unfolds through the eyes of a child, as the lives of two, Max and Grace, stumble upon life-changing aha moments.
The entire Harlem community enthralls itself with notions of hitting the number of the day. Max is a man somewhere in his 30s. He’s also the Number Hole’s gatekeeper (i.e., the lookout man). Max is about to roll into his last day on the job—only he doesn’t know it yet. An ensemble of colorful residents emerges, along with their comical quirks for calculating the winning numerical combination, and their strong urge to get into Max’s personal business. Max struggles to maintain a polite, professional distance.
Grace is an obstinate 65-year-old. She’s on her way to play her number for the day when she heeds a premonition from her no-good, cheatin’ dead husband and she manages to be one of the very few to avoid arrest. And it’s a good thing, too, because Grace has had two lifetimes worth of hardship and is now spending her golden years perched on a barstool, anesthetizing her pain in the Starlite Bar. To put it simply, she could use a break and a life change.
The number hole is a smooth operation, complete with staff, a communications system and organized escape routes—should the police want to shut down operations for the day.
Privately and coincidentally, everyone decides on the same sacred number to play—511. Faith runs high, personal needs are plenty. And with a pinch of good luck, a big win could set things straight. When the number materializes, it’s not how everyone expects.
Instead of producing winners, 511 comes plastered on the side of a police paddy wagon, the Black Maria. A surprise melee pinnacles when the police chase Max into an alley and he is shot, but not before the residents show their loyalty by trying to form a human shield to protect him.
The Number Hole
The old saying goes, “Man plans, God laughs.” God laughs plenty when the characters in this story fail to place their faith in Him. But to what lengths will God let the mess go on to render a soul willing to try things His way?
Before there was the Lottery, Scratch-offs, and the Power Ball, there was the friendly neighborhood Number Hole. And the Hole takes center stage in the mist of the mess. The story unfolds through the eyes of a child, as the lives of two, Max and Grace, stumble upon life-changing aha moments.
The entire Harlem community enthralls itself with notions of hitting the number of the day. Max is a man somewhere in his 30s. He’s also the Number Hole’s gatekeeper (i.e., the lookout man). Max is about to roll into his last day on the job—only he doesn’t know it yet. An ensemble of colorful residents emerges, along with their comical quirks for calculating the winning numerical combination, and their strong urge to get into Max’s personal business. Max struggles to maintain a polite, professional distance.
Grace is an obstinate 65-year-old. She’s on her way to play her number for the day when she heeds a premonition from her no-good, cheatin’ dead husband and she manages to be one of the very few to avoid arrest. And it’s a good thing, too, because Grace has had two lifetimes worth of hardship and is now spending her golden years perched on a barstool, anesthetizing her pain in the Starlite Bar. To put it simply, she could use a break and a life change.
The number hole is a smooth operation, complete with staff, a communications system and organized escape routes—should the police want to shut down operations for the day.
Privately and coincidentally, everyone decides on the same sacred number to play—511. Faith runs high, personal needs are plenty. And with a pinch of good luck, a big win could set things straight. When the number materializes, it’s not how everyone expects.
Instead of producing winners, 511 comes plastered on the side of a police paddy wagon, the Black Maria. A surprise melee pinnacles when the police chase Max into an alley and he is shot, but not before the residents show their loyalty by trying to form a human shield to protect him.
Before there was the Lottery, Scratch-offs, and the Power Ball, there was the friendly neighborhood Number Hole. And the Hole takes center stage in the mist of the mess. The story unfolds through the eyes of a child, as the lives of two, Max and Grace, stumble upon life-changing aha moments.
The entire Harlem community enthralls itself with notions of hitting the number of the day. Max is a man somewhere in his 30s. He’s also the Number Hole’s gatekeeper (i.e., the lookout man). Max is about to roll into his last day on the job—only he doesn’t know it yet. An ensemble of colorful residents emerges, along with their comical quirks for calculating the winning numerical combination, and their strong urge to get into Max’s personal business. Max struggles to maintain a polite, professional distance.
Grace is an obstinate 65-year-old. She’s on her way to play her number for the day when she heeds a premonition from her no-good, cheatin’ dead husband and she manages to be one of the very few to avoid arrest. And it’s a good thing, too, because Grace has had two lifetimes worth of hardship and is now spending her golden years perched on a barstool, anesthetizing her pain in the Starlite Bar. To put it simply, she could use a break and a life change.
The number hole is a smooth operation, complete with staff, a communications system and organized escape routes—should the police want to shut down operations for the day.
Privately and coincidentally, everyone decides on the same sacred number to play—511. Faith runs high, personal needs are plenty. And with a pinch of good luck, a big win could set things straight. When the number materializes, it’s not how everyone expects.
Instead of producing winners, 511 comes plastered on the side of a police paddy wagon, the Black Maria. A surprise melee pinnacles when the police chase Max into an alley and he is shot, but not before the residents show their loyalty by trying to form a human shield to protect him.
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| BN ID: | 2940014785631 |
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| Publisher: | Yvonne J. Medley |
| Publication date: | 06/14/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 27 KB |
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