Lucy's answer, plainly spoken, drifts over the still bluish water. "I was already a ghost. What does that make you?"
She watches Dustin for a moment -- amused by his instinct to put things where they belong, even if he had nothing to do with misplacing them -- and then tilts the veil up and out of her face. Lace tumbles against white hair and down her back, and there's a sudden, obtrusive urge to pull the whole thing off and fling it away. Watch it float. Perhaps it would sink and make strange shapes on the bottom of the pool, like tea leaves. You're dead.
But Lucy doesn't do that.
She walks away, balancing boot edge to pool edge for as long as she dares. The second her arms wheel is a sign to stop and sit. This is the place. The floor is cold, but Lucy feels warm.
Dustin & Lucy
Lucy's answer, plainly spoken, drifts over the still bluish water. "I was already a ghost. What does that make you?"
She watches Dustin for a moment -- amused by his instinct to put things where they belong, even if he had nothing to do with misplacing them -- and then tilts the veil up and out of her face. Lace tumbles against white hair and down her back, and there's a sudden, obtrusive urge to pull the whole thing off and fling it away. Watch it float. Perhaps it would sink and make strange shapes on the bottom of the pool, like tea leaves. You're dead.
But Lucy doesn't do that.
She walks away, balancing boot edge to pool edge for as long as she dares. The second her arms wheel is a sign to stop and sit. This is the place. The floor is cold, but Lucy feels warm.
"Come here," she requests sweetly.