Searching for Lady Luck
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Only seven years have passed since Rose Sheffield was a carefree college student, though it seems like a lifetime ago. Her father's position at a major bank provided her with luxuries she took for granted. Now she works at menial jobs to support herself and her mother, and they live in what used to be their vacation home in Wildwood, New Jersey. Rose's days are pure drudgery, until she meets Charlie. As luck would have it, she just happens to have the perfect place to display his artwork.
Before the Great Stock market crash of 1929, Charlie Brannigan was hailed as an up and coming artist in Manhattan. But now he's back at his family home in Wildwood, delivering newspapers in the mornings and selling his paintings on the Boardwalk in the afternoons. He needs some luck in his life, and it seems every time a pretty lady named Rose appears, good things happen.
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Searching for Lady Luck - Patricia Kiyono
SEARCHING FOR LADY LUCK
Copyright © 2014 by Patricia Kiyono
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Chapter One
Charlie Brannigan shivered and pulled the collar of his coat tighter around his neck. The action chilled his gloveless hands and he spent a moment wondering whether to put them back in his pockets, leaving his neck and chest open to the elements. His mother had knitted a scarf for him at Christmastime, but in his haste he’d left it at home. Maybe his parents had been right — he acted before thinking things through.
At least he was trying to do something more about the family finances. Since that awful stock market crash back in ’29, things had grown steadily worse for the Brannigan family. He’d left his career in New York and come home to Anglesea, on the New Jersey shore, and the only job he’d been able to find there was delivering newspapers in Cape May. But if the rumors he’d heard earlier were true, more people were returning to the vacation homes on the island, and business on the Wildwood Boardwalk had picked up. He’d decided to sell his paintings to the wealthy women who had arrived on the island to set up their summer vacation homes.
Before that awful day, the one the newspapers called Black Tuesday, Charlie had made a decent living with his artistic talent. But when the economy soured, people stopped buying extras like paintings, and the main gallery displaying his artwork had closed down. Luckily, he’d managed to get all his work back before the doors had been locked for good.
If his hunch was right, the rich ladies would start walking along the boardwalk in mid-afternoon. And rich ladies needed paintings for their vacation homes. So as soon as he’d finished his newspaper deliveries, he’d packed a basket with several of his small watercolors and attached it to the handlebars of his bicycle. After getting permission, he’d set up a stand outside his friend Bernie’s ice cream shop — an easel and a crude shelf made from a board and a couple of wooden crates borrowed from Bernie — and waited for the customers to come along. But they hadn’t come yet.
He turned the collar of his coat up around his neck and pulled his cap down as far as it would go. He hadn’t shaved that day and he supposed he should have bathed before coming, but he’d been in such a hurry. He hadn’t wanted to delay by prettying himself up, as his father would say.
A wind gust blew one of his smaller paintings off its perch and onto the boardwalk. He scrambled after it, but a young woman bent and picked it up before he could reach it. She studied the scene he’d painted on the tiny canvas — a mother robin, tending her eggs in her nest.
Good morning, ma’am. That’s one of my best miniatures. If you like it, I’d be happy to give you a bargain on it.
The woman looked up from the painting and met his gaze. He blinked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t imagining the lovely face. Smoky gray eyes, wide and welcoming, in a heart-shaped face, made her look much younger than her clothing and severe hairstyle suggested.
This is very lovely, but I’m sure I can’t afford it,
she replied.
Oh, I’m sure you can,
he hedged. He really didn’t want her to go away. He named a price about a third of what he would normally charge for it.
Her eyes grew wide. How can you afford to sell these at that price? You’d have to pay for more canvases and paints, and make a profit.
I make my own canvases. And I have lots of paint. And... if you like it, I’d like you to have it.
She smiled then, and Charlie thought he’d never seen such brightness. The glow from her face warmed him and he stopped shivering for a moment.
You’re so kind. But really, I can’t buy this just now. Sometime, when things are better for our family...
Of course. This will probably still be here. And if it isn’t, I’ll paint you one just like it.
She laughed, and the warmth spread to his toes. He’d known beautiful women before. Ladies dripping with pearls and diamonds, heiresses and foreign royalty, but none had ever affected him like this.
I’ll remember that promise. But for now, I’ll put this back on your shelf, along with your other lovely paintings. She gently touched the two on either side — similar paintings with different birds.
These three would make a wonderful grouping, in a dressing room, or waiting room. She turned her sunny smile toward him.
I’m sure you’ll sell them soon. I heard business is picking up on the boardwalk."
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a calling card. It was an older one, from his days in New York, but with his parents’ address added in ink. Here is my card. I look forward to see you again, Miss...
Sheffield. Rose Sheffield.
She looked down at his card, then back up again. It was good to meet you, Mr. Brannigan.
She turned then and walked away.
He watched her as she made her way down the boardwalk. Rose Sheffield. A lovely name for a lovely woman. She didn’t stroll like the wealthy ladies who vacationed on the island, but instead she strode, each step determined and full of purpose. Her back was ramrod straight, unlike many of the local women who seemed to carry the weight of the world on their backs. This woman radiated hope and light and—
Excuse me, sir, but how much would you charge for a set of these miniatures?
Charlie tore his gaze away from the lovely lady and greeted his would-be customer. His smile slipped a bit when he saw she held the same picture his muse had held earlier, as well as the coordinating watercolors she had touched. Somehow it didn’t seem right to let the pictures go to someone else, so the price he quoted was four times what he had given before. But the woman simply nodded, set the pictures down, and reached for her purse.
Charlie tried to hide his amazement when the woman pulled out a wad of cash, the likes of which he hadn’t seen since his heyday in Manhattan. The woman counted off the bills and handed the sum he had named to him. These will be perfect for my dressing room,
she gushed. I’m so glad I stopped to look at your work.
Er, thank you, ma’am,
Charlie replied. He pulled out another calling card. Please tell your friends about my work. Would you like me to wrap these for you?
Oh, no, I’m going home right now, so they’ll be fine in my shopping bag. But thank you for offering. Good day.
And she trotted off.
Once again, Charlie stared as a woman walked away from him. The woman had chosen the exact same paintings the earlier