But even then it was a new thrill to me to feel Lucy’s warm, sometimes panting, breath on my neck, against my cheek, on my chest. You already know a bunch of my engineering buddies so it wouldn’t be weird or anything.”
“A brother taking his sister to a party…not weird?” Now it was her turn to laugh. “Tom, ok if we talk for a few minutes?” It was a quiet Saturday at our house and my weekend routine usually involved some of my uni studies. And they were interested.”
There was a long pause before her reply; “sure, you’re a guy, Tom, but you’re my brother. Craig’s death plunged us all into a deep sadness, deep grief. That was weird. And then I said “Hell, Luce, there’s a guy right here that loves you.” I was surprised when that seemed to land with her, that her gulps lessened and that she glanced up at me.
