Chapter 5
Lucky—Twelve years earlier, age thirteen
The green neon script sign behind the bar makes me feel like what Dad keeps telling me is true—Lucky’s is ours.
“Get used to it, princess. Your name is going to be in lights much bigger than just our little sign.” Dad pulls me close to him and kisses the top of my head.
“Don’t you think someone whose name is important enough to be lit behind the bar should be able to watch the show tonight, Daddy?”
“She is pretty important, you know,” my friend Avery chimes in.
My father groans. “Girls. You’re going to get us shut down before we even get through opening night.”
“Please, Daddy!”
“Please, Daddy!” Avery follows my lead, her hands steepled like a communion girl’s. “We’ll stay off to the side of the stage near the hallway to the back. A
