“You wanted to be one of the ones who was born and died there?”
She looked at him, shocked. “Hell, no. We were going to get out. I wanted to and that’s what Duane wanted, at least that’s what he said.” She stopped pacing and looked over at Charlie. “Then we had Lisa,” she said simply. “That kinda changed things for Duane. I don’t think having a kid was part of his plan. But we did and it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. But after that, I knew things weren’t going to work out between us. I knew I had to leave. I was just trying to figure out how when Mr. Jackson called.”
LuAnn looked out the window at the twinkling lights etched against the darkness. “Jackson said there were some conditions with all this. With the money. I know he’s not doing this because he loves me.” She looked over her shoulder at Charlie.
Charlie grunted. “No, you’re absolutely right about that.”
“You got any idea what the conditions are?”
Charlie was shaking his head before she finished asking the question. “I do know that you’ll have more money than you’ll know what to do with.”
“And I can use that money any way I want, right?”
“That’s right. It’s yours, free and clear. You can clean out Saks Fifth Avenue and Tiffany. Or build a hospital in Harlem. It’s up to you.”
LuAnn looked back out the window and her eyes began to shine as the thoughts plowing through her head seemed to dwarf the skyline staring back at her. Right that very instant, everything seemed to click! Even the massive number of buildings in New York City seemed far too small to hold the things she wanted to do with her life. With all that money.
CHAPTER TWELVE
We should’ve just stayed at the hotel and watched it from there.” Charlie looked around nervously. “Jackson would kill me if he knew we were here. I have strict orders never to take any of the ‘clients’ here.” “Here” was the headquarters of the United States National Lottery Commission located in a brand new state-of-the-art, needle-thin skyscraper on Park Avenue. The huge auditorium was filled with people. Network news correspondents were scattered throughout, microphones clamped in their fists, as were representatives from magazines, newspapers, and cable TV.
Near the front of the stage, LuAnn cradled Lisa against her chest. She wore the glasses Charlie had bought for her and a baseball cap turned backward under which her long hair was balled up. Her memorable figure was hidden under the full-length trench coat.
“It’s okay, Charlie, nobody’s gonna remember me under all this stuff.”
He shook his head. “I still don’t like it.”
“I had to come see. It just wouldn’t be the same sitting in the hotel room watching on TV.”
“Jackson’s gonna probably call the hotel right after the drawing,” he grumbled.
“I’ll just tell him I fell asleep and didn’t hear the phone.”
“Right!” He lowered his voice. “You’re gonna win at least fifty million bucks and you fall asleep?”
“Well, if I already know I’m gonna win, what’s so exciting about it?” she shot back.
Charlie had no ready answer for that so he clamped his mouth shut and again took up a careful scrutiny of the room and its occupants.
LuAnn looked at the stage where the lottery pinball machine was set up on a table. It was about six feet long and comprised ten large tubes, each one rising above an attached bin of Ping-Pong balls. Each ball had a number painted on it. After the machine was activated, the air would circulate the balls until one made its way through the tiny hatch, popped up into the tube, and was caught and held by a special device inside the tube. Once a ball was thus captured, the bin of balls below that tube would immediately shut down and the next bin would automatically activate. Down the line it would go, the suspense building, until all ten winning numbers were finally revealed.
People were nervously looking at their lottery tickets; many held at least a dozen in their hands. One young man had an open laptop computer in front of him. The screen was filled with hundreds of lottery combinations he had purchased as he reviewed his electronic inventory. LuAnn had no need to look at her ticket; she had memorized the numbers: 0810080521, which represented her and Lisa’s birthdays, and the age LuAnn would be on her next birthday. She didn’t feel any more guilt as she observed the hopeful looks on the faces surrounding her, the silently mouthed prayers as the time for the drawing drew nearer. She would be able to handle their imminent disappointment. She had made up her mind, set her plan, and that decision had bolstered her spirits incredibly and it was the reason she was standing in the middle of this sea of tense people instead of hiding under the bed back at the Waldorf.