Chapter 3

Early the next morning Luke walked into his house. He wasn't sure just what he was going to say to Laura just yet. He knew she was not going to be happy.

He found her in the kitchen fixing breakfast. Seven year old Lucky was sitting at the table.

"Daddy!" he said getting up and running to Luke.

Luke scooped him up in his arms and spun him around. "Good morning Cowboy. How did you sleep?"

"Ok. Daddy, why is Mommy mad at you?" he whispered.

"She told you she was mad?"

"No, but when I went into your bedroom this morning, Mommy was sleeping alone. So she must be mad at you."

Luke laughed at his son's logic. "You don't miss anything do you?"

Lucky shook his head.

"It's about money," was all Luke would tell him.

"Oh," Lucky said as if he understood completely. "Daddy, I have some money." He reached in his pocket and handed Luke three coins.

Luke smiled at him. "Thanks Lucky, but I have to take care of this myself," he said. He handed the coins back to his son.

Lucky nodded.

Luke walked over to Laura and leaned over to kiss her cheek. She turned her head away from him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large amount of cash. He held it in front of her face. Luara took the money in her hands and turned around and looked at him.

"How... where?"

"I told you I would take care of it."

"How much is there Luke?"

"In American money that would be about $20,000," he said.

"That's almost twice what we got for the house. Where did you get it?"

"Mmmm. Breakfast smells good. What are we having?"

Laura knew Luke was trying to change the subject and she wasn't going to let him.

"Where did you get the money?" she repeated.

Luke knew he had to answer her. "Well..."

He was interrupted by a knock at the door. "I'll get it," he said happy to escape from Laura's stare.

He opened the door. "Harry." he said. Luke was not happy to see him.

"I come for..."

"Yeah," Luke interrupted. "I know what you came for. Wait here."

Luke walked back into the kitchen. "Lucky go upstairs please."

"But I'm not done with my breakfast."

"Then take it with you."

But Daddy, I'm not allowed..."

"Just go!" Luke yelled.

Lucky knew that this was not the time to argue. He got out of his chair and ran upstairs.

"Did you have to yell at him?" Laura asked. She noticed the serious look on his face. "What's wrong? Who was at the door?"

"It's Harry," Luke said. "He's in the other room."

Laura rolled her eyes. That man got on her nerves. She had put up with so many of his lewd advances. "What does he want?"

"Laura, it's about the money. I..."

"Oh don't tell me that you stole the money from him."

"No, I didn't steal it. I sold something to him and he's here to pick it up."

Laura looked around. "Luke what could you have sold him that was worth $20,000?"

"Actually, it's worth more, a lot more."

"Well, what did you sell him," she asked with confusion.

Luke took a deep breath. "I sold you to him," he said at last.