I didn’t want one-liners to get in Lucy’s pants. I was in there already. I wanted into her brain and her heart. I wanted to be the first thing she thought of in the morning and the last person she touched before she fell asleep at night. I wanted all her sass and every laugh wrenched out of her when she was trying to be serious. I wanted a million little augments with her, just to talk to her a little longer. I wanted to see her try to stare down a seagull before running scared and hiring a retired cat for protection. She was crazy and I wanted all that crazy for myself.
