An airline official provided Luci with several plastic sacks that urged her to “fly with us” and a couple of large gray bins used to contain luggage that couldn’t maintain structural integrity through the loading and unloading process. She felt Mickey watching her as she examined each item of clothing for damage, then assigned it a bin or bag. He was frowning again. She sighed. It was possible she’d never see his smile again, which was a pity but not a surprise. Being a Seymour did have its serious downside.
Which brought her mother to mind. One of the family peculiarities—among a host of them—was that Seymour women didn’t marry. Luci’s mother hadn’t married, but she did get knocked up. It was a curious fact that when spineless, uninteresting Seymour men married their sturdy, plain, no no
