Born Under a Lucky Moon by Dana Precious

don’t they ever pick states like Wisconsin? They could call her Connie for short. Or Whisky. And you never hear of anyone named Idaho. Of course, it’s probably because when they would introduce themselves, the response would be ‘Idaho? No, you da ’ho!’ ”
    â€œSo what’s up?” I now asked. It wasn’t like Montana to call him at night.
    â€œOne of us has to go to Australia to deal with a problem film. She said she would go since I just got back from London.” Aidan and Montana never went to a film set together since that would have defeated the purpose of having a partner. They could get more work done if they split it up.
    â€œWhy did you do that ‘Mm-hmm, you too’ thing?”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” Aidan turned from the stove.
    â€œMen say, ‘Mm-hmm, you too’ when someone has just said they love them but they can’t say it back right then.” I said I wasn’t jealous. I didn’t say I was stupid.
    â€œJeannie, that’s ridiculous. I don’t even remember what Montana and I were talking about right then, but she certainly wasn’t telling me that she loves me.” Seeing Aidan’s wounded look, I relaxed.
    â€œSo who called you while I was talking to Montana?” Aidan said, switching the subject.
    â€œCaitlin. Just a work thing.” I looked down and fiddled with my dinner.
    We finished the night the way we always do: dinner, coffee, Law and Order on TV, then bed. Our wonderfully predictable routine. Except this time Aidan turned to face me in bed. “I want to hear more.”
    â€œMore what?” I yawned.
    â€œMore of your story.”
    â€œIt’s late,” I said as I pulled the pillow over my head.
    â€œThen think of it as a bedtime story.” Aidan pulled the pillow back off my head and smiled.

Chapter Eight
Friday, June 27, 1986, 5:43 p.m.
    W ith Chuck bleeding profusely, Mom went into nurse mode. She pulled Chuck into the kitchen, pushed him into a chair, forced his head back, and gently pried his fingers away from his face. Blood was flowing down his chin onto his T-shirt.
    â€œI brought these along.” Jeff held out his dirty hand, in which lay two teeth.
    â€œOmigod, Chuck, honey!” Lucy was rubbing the top of Chuck’s head frantically. I could’ve bet that wasn’t making him feel a lot better. Mom first stanched the blood flow with the hem of Chuck’s shirt. Then she grabbed her first aid kit from under the sink and pushed white gauze up into his mouth.
    I ran to the phone and called Dr. Jones, our dentist. After I quickly explained the situation he agreed to go back in to work and open up his office.
    â€œWhat did you do to him?” Lucy turned on Jeff.
    â€œI didn’t do anything,” Jeff said. He was looking for something to do with his hands. After sliding them up and down his jeans he settled for putting them in his pockets. “Chuck stiff-armed Greg in the throat when Greg was about to get his flag. So Greg tackled him, and Chuck fell on a sprinkler head.”
    The blood was starting to slow down when Elizabeth walked in. “Okay, everyone! Two-minute warning.” Then she stopped and analyzed the situation. “Doctor’s office?” She looked at Mom, who nodded. “Lucy, you take the car to—” She turned to Mom. “What kind of doctor?”
    â€œA dentist. Dr. Jones.”
    â€œJeannie, call Dr. Jones,” Elizabeth barked.
    â€œAlready done,” I said.
    Elizabeth nodded and continued. “So, white Caddie to Dr. Jones’s office. Or Jeff, can you take them?”
    Jeff shuffled his feet.
    â€œOkay, that’s a no. So. White Caddie goes with Lucy and Chuck. When you’re stitched up or whatever, meet us at the Century Club. I’ll call Evan and have him pick up Mom and Dad. Sammie and Jeannie, we’ll go in the Oldsmobile. If we all leave now, there’s a