Not for Nothing

My grandmother enjoyed gambling. She would play cards with anyone and loved scratch-off lottery tickets. After I received the call on the day she died, I went for a walk. At some point, I came across a lottery stand. I looked to the heavens and asked Grandma to send me a number. Two and six popped into my head. I pleaded, “I need a third!” but I got nothing. Not knowing what to do, I played 126. The winning number was 026.