filled the jeep.
The girl began moving her body to the beat, then she reached in her pocket for a cigarette, lit up, took a drag and handed it to him.
'Don't smoke,' he mumbled.
'You're such a wuss,' she muttered. 'New York sure didn't wise you up.'
'I smoked grass there,' he boasted.
'Ooooh!' she said mockingly. 'What a bad motherfucker you are. How about coke
- you ever done that?'
He shook his head. His dad was against drugs, having once been a major user of anything he could get his hands on.
'Wanna try?' she suggested. 'I got some, y'know.'
'Where'd you score coke?' he asked.
'Don't you worry 'bout that,' she said, with a sly smile. 'I can score anything I want. I got friends in all the wrong places.'
Chapter Twelve
'Where's that husband of yours?' Gino asked.
'I wish I knew,' Lucky replied, tight-lipped as she wondered the same thing herself.
'Has he left the location yet?' Venus asked, leaning into their conversation.
'Yes,' Lucky said. 'I called the production trailer. He and Mary Lou took off ten minutes ago.'
'Where were they shooting?'
'Downtown. It'll take them at least half an hour to get here.'
'Not the way Lennie drives,' Steven interjected. 'I hope Mary Lou remembers to buckle her seatbelt.'
'Are you accusing Lennie of being a bad driver?' Lucky sniffed.
'He's a road warrior,' Steven said, sounding amused. 'Thinks he's the only one out there.'
'He's a defensive driver,' Lucky explained, 'and certainly better than you, Steven.
You drive like an old lady, huddled over the wheel like it's gonna jump up and bite your ass!'
'Whaaat?'
'Seriously,' Lucky said. 'What shall I do? My speech is already half an hour late, but I refuse to give it without Lennie being here.'
'Why?' Steven asked.
'Because I can't, that's why.'
'He must've heard it? Didn't you rehearse?'
'No. It's a surprise. Okay?'
'Well, maybe you could read it to him later. Y' know, like when you're in bed.'
'Brilliant bad idea,' she drawled sarcastically.
'Don't get uptight. Go tell the organizers to delay it.'
'They're already on my case. My speech was supposed to be before dinner. After dinner there's entertainment.'
'Why don't you tell 'em to serve dinner, and by the time it's finished Lennie will be here and you can make your speech.'
'Oh, great!' Lucky said. 'When everyone's stuffed and complacent, I get up.'
'Hey, listen, it's your problem, not mine. If I were you, I'd give it now.'
'No, Steven. I'm going to wait, okay?'
'Whatever you want.'
Right, she thought. The story of my life. I've always done whatever I want.
She was mad at Lennie. Oh, sure, he was shooting a movie, but he was the director, so if he'd planned it right he could've wrapped early.
She got up and went to talk to the organizers, stopping at several tables along the way, greeting friends and acquaintances in the movie business. Oh, yes, they were all nice to her now because she owned and ran a movie studio. But when she wasn't in the movie business, would it be true what they said? That in Hollywood, if you didn't have a hit, people crossed the street to avoid you?
Maybe, maybe not. She couldn't care less, because she'd always walked her own road. Lucky was not conventional in any way. Perhaps that was why she and Venus were such good friends.
The organizers threw a fit when she told them her plan. She stood firm. They finally agreed. Since she was the star of the evening they had no choice.
Alex joined her as she made her way back to their table. 'Husband running late, huh?' he said, taking her arm in a proprietary fashion.
'Hey - nobody knows better than you what it's like when you're in production,' she said coolly.
'True,' he said. 'But if it was me, and I knew it was your evening, I would've wrapped early.'
Alex was voicing her thoughts, and it aggravated her. He had an uncanny way of tuning into what she was thinking. 'How's your mother?' she asked, knowing exactly how to set his teeth on edge. Alex had an extremely domineering
The girl began moving her body to the beat, then she reached in her pocket for a cigarette, lit up, took a drag and handed it to him.
'Don't smoke,' he mumbled.
'You're such a wuss,' she muttered. 'New York sure didn't wise you up.'
'I smoked grass there,' he boasted.
'Ooooh!' she said mockingly. 'What a bad motherfucker you are. How about coke
- you ever done that?'
He shook his head. His dad was against drugs, having once been a major user of anything he could get his hands on.
'Wanna try?' she suggested. 'I got some, y'know.'
'Where'd you score coke?' he asked.
'Don't you worry 'bout that,' she said, with a sly smile. 'I can score anything I want. I got friends in all the wrong places.'
Chapter Twelve
'Where's that husband of yours?' Gino asked.
'I wish I knew,' Lucky replied, tight-lipped as she wondered the same thing herself.
'Has he left the location yet?' Venus asked, leaning into their conversation.
'Yes,' Lucky said. 'I called the production trailer. He and Mary Lou took off ten minutes ago.'
'Where were they shooting?'
'Downtown. It'll take them at least half an hour to get here.'
'Not the way Lennie drives,' Steven interjected. 'I hope Mary Lou remembers to buckle her seatbelt.'
'Are you accusing Lennie of being a bad driver?' Lucky sniffed.
'He's a road warrior,' Steven said, sounding amused. 'Thinks he's the only one out there.'
'He's a defensive driver,' Lucky explained, 'and certainly better than you, Steven.
You drive like an old lady, huddled over the wheel like it's gonna jump up and bite your ass!'
'Whaaat?'
'Seriously,' Lucky said. 'What shall I do? My speech is already half an hour late, but I refuse to give it without Lennie being here.'
'Why?' Steven asked.
'Because I can't, that's why.'
'He must've heard it? Didn't you rehearse?'
'No. It's a surprise. Okay?'
'Well, maybe you could read it to him later. Y' know, like when you're in bed.'
'Brilliant bad idea,' she drawled sarcastically.
'Don't get uptight. Go tell the organizers to delay it.'
'They're already on my case. My speech was supposed to be before dinner. After dinner there's entertainment.'
'Why don't you tell 'em to serve dinner, and by the time it's finished Lennie will be here and you can make your speech.'
'Oh, great!' Lucky said. 'When everyone's stuffed and complacent, I get up.'
'Hey, listen, it's your problem, not mine. If I were you, I'd give it now.'
'No, Steven. I'm going to wait, okay?'
'Whatever you want.'
Right, she thought. The story of my life. I've always done whatever I want.
She was mad at Lennie. Oh, sure, he was shooting a movie, but he was the director, so if he'd planned it right he could've wrapped early.
She got up and went to talk to the organizers, stopping at several tables along the way, greeting friends and acquaintances in the movie business. Oh, yes, they were all nice to her now because she owned and ran a movie studio. But when she wasn't in the movie business, would it be true what they said? That in Hollywood, if you didn't have a hit, people crossed the street to avoid you?
Maybe, maybe not. She couldn't care less, because she'd always walked her own road. Lucky was not conventional in any way. Perhaps that was why she and Venus were such good friends.
The organizers threw a fit when she told them her plan. She stood firm. They finally agreed. Since she was the star of the evening they had no choice.
Alex joined her as she made her way back to their table. 'Husband running late, huh?' he said, taking her arm in a proprietary fashion.
'Hey - nobody knows better than you what it's like when you're in production,' she said coolly.
'True,' he said. 'But if it was me, and I knew it was your evening, I would've wrapped early.'
Alex was voicing her thoughts, and it aggravated her. He had an uncanny way of tuning into what she was thinking. 'How's your mother?' she asked, knowing exactly how to set his teeth on edge. Alex had an extremely domineering
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