By the time the gates had closed behind her and she’d run the gauntlet of eyes along the highway again, Kristen wasn’t looking forward to the bus trip home. She was carrying a five-to-ten sentence in her bag and was ten dollars poorer for nothing. Even with a hundred rand, by the time she’d bought a drink to survive the ride home she’d have spent almost as much as she was supposed to get paid for this trip. Kristen sighed. Well, that was the thing about luck. Sometimes a run of it ended just too soon.