Lucky Buckley (Bad Luck Bevin, #2) by Scott G. Gibson

Author:Scott G. Gibson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scott Gibson
Published: 2022-10-13T00:00:00+00:00

THERE WAS A KNOCK ON the door. I could hear Dad groaning as he got out of the couch and moved to answer it.

I had just placed cream on my burn, grimacing as the pain flared. The sound of quiet mumbling made its way upstairs from the front door.

“Bevin, Wolfy’s here!” Dad shouted up the stairs, followed by the thumps of enthusiastic footsteps. Suddenly, Wolfy’s face appeared at my door.

“Bevmeister! How are you doing on this splendid Father’s Day?” he asked, walking in. “Sheesh. What happened to your hand?”

“Burnt it cooking brekky,” I said, holding it up for Wolfy to see more closely. Lucky lifted his head as if greeting my friend without sound, before closing his eyes once more.

“Gee, Bev. I thought that coin you found had removed all your bad luck. From what I’m seeing lately, I think you’re still one unlucky dude.”

“I lost it, remember!” I said, exasperated.

“Anyway, I came over to escape my dad. He’s been trying to treat me like some sort of slave today. I had to get out!”

“It is Father’s Day though, Wolfy. I guess he just wants to feel loved or something.” I shrugged, glad my dad was happy to sit and read on the couch, without the need to ask us to wait on him.

“Yeah, I know! But where’s our day, Bev? When do we get a day to bludge around giving orders? When is Kid’s Day?”

I laughed at the stupidity of the comment. “You do that every day, Wolfy. And anyway, there’s a day for us every week!”

Wolfy’s eyebrows moved heavenward, his mouth agape. “Really? How come nobody’s ever told me about it?”

“Well, every other week it’s our day. Sunday!” I couldn’t hold back the stream of laughter as Wolfy realised the joke and joined in.

“I’ve never thought of that. Classic, Bev! Does that mean we get to eat on Chewsday?”

“Yep. And we can’t drink anything on Thursd’y!” I was struggling to breathe, my stomach hurting from laughing too much.

“And the best day to cook,” Wolfy said between gasps, “is Fry-day.”

We spent some time playing card games before Wolfy had to go back home.

“Gotta make sure my dad has his servant for the day,” Wolfy said.

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