Shaken though the arrival of Max's medical records had left her, Lucy couldn't pretend like she didn't still have a wedding to plan, no matter how reluctant she was to go forward with some of it. He wasn't going to be there, plain and simple, and she had to deal with that. It might have felt more than a little wrong, especially to be making ( Read more... )

These days, having time to herself was something of a rarity. Lucy could be nothing but grateful for whatever impulse had made her decide not to run for Council again; there was no way she'd have been able to handle it, and for her to say so as someone in the habit of pushing herself to the breaking point, taking on as much as she could, was no ( Read more... )

There were times it still struck Lucy as surreal, sitting in the Council office, knowing she'd somehow managed to get herself elected when a few short years earlier, she'd been arriving in the midst of a riot. The term was coming to an end now, and frankly, she wasn't sure if she intended to run again, but even now, there was something pleasantly ( Read more... )

( State of the Pups. )

Though she didn't yet have all ten signatures required to actually run for council, it was close enough that Lucy had decided to get a head start in writing her speech. It was better to be prepared for no reason, after all, than wind up with not enough time on her hands, and one name ought to have been easy enough to come by. Maybe she didn't ( Read more... )

Lucy Carrigan's council bid, November 2010.

It had been a long night. A better night, in fact, than usual, which really should have been Lucy's first indication that something had to give. Usually, good was something relative here, just meaning that anything awful had been kept to a minimum, but this, it was something different, something to be acted on. Out on the boardwalk, her bony ( Read more... )

[From here]

He hadn't been expecting that. All in all, the fact that Lucy had such an injury stretching across her chest didn't make a big difference. She didn't speak of it or shy from it in a way that might have suggested that she'd played some hand in harming herself, or that anyone in particular had inflicted the wound on her. But it also didn ( Read more... )

This wasn't in the slightest what Lucy had been expecting when she'd ventured out into the storm. Retrospectively, she supposed it was her own damn fault for not expecting the worst, for once, but acknowledging that didn't change anything now, and sure as hell didn't make her feel any better about being stuck in the clinic. The actual turn of ( Read more... )

Lucy was sure she hadn't seen a storm like this before. Of course, that wasn't saying much, when so many other things she had experienced on the island could probably have fit that description, but it remained true all the same. The difference was that this brought with it an inherent sense of danger, beaches and houses made unsafe by the wind and ( Read more... )