Friday: October 5, 2007
Who: Lucinda and Emily
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Market Place
What: Lucinda is looking for Sascha. Can we say T-R-O-U-B-L-E?
Lucinda's feet led her through the market place and the crowds of people still in town at this hour. There wasn't a mark of worry on her face like some people might have seen on other mothers. Instead, there was a fierce determination that set her jaw in place. Never one to draw negative attention to herself, Lucinda stopped by various people and politely asked if any of them knew where she could find Sascha Connolly. She wore a smile on her face as she asked each person, but her nerves began to wear thin after thirty minutes had passed her and she wasn't any closer to finding anyone who knew him or who knew his place of residence.
Pausing outside one of the shops, Lucinda brought her hand to her chest and took a deep breath. She was not going to let this go so easily. She was going to find Sascha Connolly if it was the last thing she did, and she was going to have a very stern talk with the man. Lucinda was not a woman to be trifled with by anyone. Though she was capable of great kindness and sincerity, she was capable of worse against those who tried to mess with her family.
It took a long discussion to get Kelsey to tell her everything, but Lucinda heard all she needed to know about Sascha to have made up her mind about him. Kelsey shouldn't have let the first thing slip if he didn't want Lucinda knowing the whole truth about Sascha. Her husband tried to assuage her, told her to leave it alone and that he had taken care of it, but no, he hadn't taken care of it. Lucinda knew how to properly take care of things like this. Her husband only knew how to keep secrets.
As another person stepped out of the shop she stood next to, Lucinda quickly awoke to the present from her thoughts and approached the man with an open smile on her face. "Hello, sir," she said. "Excuse me, but I'm looking for Sascha Connolly. Do you know where I can find him?" Sadly, the man shook his head and said he never heard of the man. As he walked off, Lucinda let out another deep sigh and spoke loudly to the diminishing crowd around her.
"Does anyone know Sascha Connolly?" she called out over their heads, hoping for at least one of them to answer her.
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Market Place
What: Lucinda is looking for Sascha. Can we say T-R-O-U-B-L-E?
Lucinda's feet led her through the market place and the crowds of people still in town at this hour. There wasn't a mark of worry on her face like some people might have seen on other mothers. Instead, there was a fierce determination that set her jaw in place. Never one to draw negative attention to herself, Lucinda stopped by various people and politely asked if any of them knew where she could find Sascha Connolly. She wore a smile on her face as she asked each person, but her nerves began to wear thin after thirty minutes had passed her and she wasn't any closer to finding anyone who knew him or who knew his place of residence.
Pausing outside one of the shops, Lucinda brought her hand to her chest and took a deep breath. She was not going to let this go so easily. She was going to find Sascha Connolly if it was the last thing she did, and she was going to have a very stern talk with the man. Lucinda was not a woman to be trifled with by anyone. Though she was capable of great kindness and sincerity, she was capable of worse against those who tried to mess with her family.
It took a long discussion to get Kelsey to tell her everything, but Lucinda heard all she needed to know about Sascha to have made up her mind about him. Kelsey shouldn't have let the first thing slip if he didn't want Lucinda knowing the whole truth about Sascha. Her husband tried to assuage her, told her to leave it alone and that he had taken care of it, but no, he hadn't taken care of it. Lucinda knew how to properly take care of things like this. Her husband only knew how to keep secrets.
As another person stepped out of the shop she stood next to, Lucinda quickly awoke to the present from her thoughts and approached the man with an open smile on her face. "Hello, sir," she said. "Excuse me, but I'm looking for Sascha Connolly. Do you know where I can find him?" Sadly, the man shook his head and said he never heard of the man. As he walked off, Lucinda let out another deep sigh and spoke loudly to the diminishing crowd around her.
"Does anyone know Sascha Connolly?" she called out over their heads, hoping for at least one of them to answer her.