They’ve kidnapped my Papa, those penny-pinching bunko-artists. And that woman, sidling up to Scott and scoping out Papa’s mansion. Oh, I could just scream! And now, if things weren’t bad enough already, that stupid poker chip is threatening to destroy Parare! I wanted to leave Parare just for a little while, or at least find some friends on the outside world, but I never wanted Parare to disappear!
But maybe we still have a chance. I don’t know why, but I think I’m still connected to that evil little poker chip. Lucky, indeed! Last night I dreamed, and of that big plateau and the poker table. That awful stranger, the one asking about champions and such, he was sitting there playing a game against Robert Baron. Baron was cussing up a storm but the other man just sat there, smiled, and put down his hand. A royal flush! He said, “I’ve got nothing but good luck, Robert Baron. Neither your friends nor your enemies can hurt me.”
All the good luck. What if we could give him bad luck? You showed him your luck before, and he gave luck to you. What if we showed him bad luck? Please, show me all the bad luck you can find. It might be our only hope to knock that chip down a peg or two!
Oh, and Scott came to my room last night, after all the fuss, and wearing such a hang-dog expression on his face. He said that he was awful sorry for what’s happened between us. Now, I must admit that I wanted to punch him in his mouth for all that he’s put me through, but the he looked up and said that he’d make it all right! He said he was sure that there was a way to get Papa out from under the heel of the IRS. Then he ran off before I could say a word.
I’m not sure how I feel about him now, but I can only pray that he’s a better accountant than he is a poker player.
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Hey Mabel! I went to this website (http://www.oldsuperstitions.com/bad_luck.html) to try and look for some things that are bad luck and got you some pictures of them below! I hope this helps with LJ!!!!!
Black Cat
Spilling Salt
3 butterflies together
5 Leaf Clover
Umbrella open in house
A broken plate
crossed knifes
Seeing an Owl During Daylight
And I'm gonna keep looking too!
Hey Mabel
So what's with this Sheila dame? Who the h*** is she?
As fer luck:
http://www.theregister.co.uk/2006/11/24/britains_unluckiest_man/
http://music.aol.com/photo-galleries/13-unluckiest-musicians-keith-richards
http://oddthings.wordpress.com/2006/11/25/is-this-britains-unluckiest-man/
Thanks, y’all! I wasn’t sure what to do with what you sent me at first. I’m the daughter of a gambler, not a magician. Scott suggested that I tuck those links away in a folder, because maybe they would accrue interest. I think you can take the boy out of the accounting office, but you can’t take the accounting office out of the boy.
So I just started to look through things, and the more I read of those links, the more I felt like I was bridging a distance between myself and that darned chip. I wish I’d left it in that room and got it burned! Anyway, I felt for a moment like I was a duster that someone else was wearing, or there was a saddle on me like I was a headstrong bronco that needed to be tamed. Someone pulled them reigns and I felt myself say “I reverse your luck, and take yours into mine!” I felt a jolt, and it was over. As of writing this, I’ve done it with two of those links… and you should take a gander at the boat website. It’s sure done something!
Shelia! That rat really was trying to hit it off with Scott, but only to get at my pa! I’m starting to think that Robert Baron did have at least one point about outsiders, it seems like aside from you all there aren’t many to be trusted. She came here with James to get their paws on my pa, because he’d evaded a few tax laws. He’s a gambler, that’s what he does, and besides it did this town good having him here. That woman better hope that I don’t find her, that’s all I have to say about that.
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