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Chapters (35)
  1. About Lucky’s
  2. Title page
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Chapter 1: 2002
  6. Chapter 2: 2002
  7. Chapter 3: 1945
  8. Chapter 4: 1913–1939
  9. Chapter 5: 2002
  10. Chapter 6: 1945
  11. Chapter 7: 1971
  12. Chapter 8: 2002
  13. Chapter 9: 1945–1946
  14. Chapter 10: 2002
  15. Chapter 11: 1938–1945
  16. Chapter 12: 2002
  17. Chapter 13: 1946
  18. Chapter 14: 1972
  19. Chapter 15: 2002
  20. Chapter 16: 1957
  21. Chapter 17: 1965
  22. Chapter 18: 1971
  23. Chapter 19: 1975
  24. Chapter 20: 2002
  25. Chapter 21: 2002
  26. Chapter 22: 1992
  27. Chapter 23: 2002
  28. Chapter 24: 1994
  29. Chapter 25: 2002
  30. Chapter 26: 2002
  31. Author’s Note
  32. Acknowledgements
  33. Praise for Lucky’s
  34. About the author
  35. Copyright page

‘My advice to you, Lucky: don’t grow into the wretched life my father has planned for everyone.’

‘I suggest you don’t spend time with Walter in public. Your father is like a crazy man at the moment.’

‘I rarely see Walter in public,’ said Penny, smiling voraciously. ‘Mostly I visit his house.’

‘If Achilles finds out, what’s he going to do to Walter? Your father hates Germans.’

‘My father is a fool. And you should hear what he says about Americans behind your back.’

‘I didn’t think you’d be this difficult. For a young person, you have a lot of edges, Penny.’

‘Thanks for this little talk. You’ve never been more impressive.’

If the Asproyerakas family were a plane, Penny was jumping out. If Penny were an open parachute, the family was row upon row of razor-sharp trees.

5.

For dinner, Achilles flattened keftedes into meat patties, hoping to surprise and impress his American son-in-law with a cheeseburger, or what Achilles believed was an improvement on the cheeseburger, a sandwich he’d heard about and further investigated while sitting on the backyard toilet, flicking through magazines that Valia bought and Penelope didn’t appear to ever read. Instead of buns Achilles used the ends of bread loaves.

Valia made a mess of her burger. She said: ‘This cannot go on the menu.’

‘We could call it the Achillion Burger,’ said Achilles.

‘I like it,’ said Lucky. ‘I like it a whole lot.’

‘I don’t,’ said Penny. ‘It’s a complete failure.’

‘That comes as no surprise,’ said Achilles.

‘I’m helping you make good business decisions,’ Penny said. ‘Take my advice or don’t.’

Achilles said: ‘Let’s forget about the burger. There’s more to tell you. I am getting what they call a pastime. At fairs and rodeos they hold boxing matches, and in future I will take part. I will become a boxer.’

‘That’s bare-knuckle boxing!’ said Valia. ‘That’s not a hobby, that’s dangerous. You’ll die. A man with ability will kill you.’

‘You may be in a difficult weight class,’ said Lucky. ‘Some people simply aren’t the right-sized human for boxing.’

‘I think I’m a perfect weight,’ said Achilles. ‘I have this energy building and building. What, you think I should play chess at the beach?’

‘It might be good for you to knock some sense into people,’ said Penny. ‘Or vice versa.’

Achilles did not know what vice versa meant. He said: ‘Next big decision to make: we need to fix up the cafe. This is a dialogue we’re having here. We’re in a philosophical mood. We need to give the cafe a stronger theme. Lucky, how well do you know this city?’

‘I’m learning all the time.’