on like this forever - chapter 3, part 1: lucky

uptown at the midnight club lucky was waiting patiently. nothing much bothered her. lucky was a philosopher. in her eyes nothing showed. kenny had picked her out of the crowd only weeks ago. everything was fine now. kicking against fate had never been her style. eventually things would work out. now and again a thought passed through her brain. nobody knew her name. youth wouldn't last forever. what was that? had she seen something out of the corner of her eye? oh no! honey johnson! a person she never wanted to see again. did she have to pop up now? right now was not the time in lucky's mind a plan began to form so what if honey johnson knew what she knew? everything was going to be all right no problem isolating honey was the first priority now,not later turning on the barstool lucky nonchalantly scanned the room her brain was tingling emerging from its deep sleep only concentrate right now get the old brain moving a thought began to form nobody liked honey johnson i never liked her, lucky thought zero good intentions and everybody thought the same there are people like that it's kind of sad on the other hand nobody gets a free pass just walk up to her "o hi honey, remember me? " honey turned to face her "no, who are you?" "nobody you want to remember." yet nothing registered in honey's face had lucky been mistaken? all her instincts screamed no duplicity had always been honey's road game facing reality, lucky turned away as she turned she said "little joe" leaving honey she looked straight ahead eyes bored into her back taking her coat off her chair she walked out outside the night was clear to wait for kenny was impossible he might not show up at all everything depended on herself lucky started walking on her left a bus was pulling to the curb why not? entering the bus she took a seat by the rear door slowly she turned her head the street behind was empty lucky opened her purse everything she owned was not in it very likely everything she could take with her was lowering her eyes she considered the risks on her right a man was looking at her friendly eyes gleamed behind thick glasses she looked over at him on his head a fedora rested calmness descended on lucky i can do this, she thought "excuse me," she said to the man with the fedora "you remind me of someone i used to know." pausing momentarily expectancy in his eyes robert harris (for that was his name) held lucky's gaze all his caution evaporated prior experience went out the window she was so beautiful! kenny, meanwhile, had stopped watching the rain energy flowed through his brain nothing could stop him now no thought of failure was in his head years of triumph awaited contrary to lucky's calculations all his thoughts were elsewhere revenge against his enemies evolution of his ambitions did he think of lucky at all?