"It seems nice here. I like living right on the beach. The last apartment I had was in the same building as my parents and nowhere near the beach. Well, not like this one is. It's nice being able to just walk there. When the elevator will let you." She leaned her head back against the wall to get a glimpse of the dark and unmoving numbers. She sighed.
"I wish they wouldn't hover so much. Or look at me like they're afraid that breathing in my direction is going to make me break. I'm not made of glass."
No, she was just sick and thin and nearly as breakable. Glass had the luxury of being prone to shattering and that was it. Lucy was was prone to much more. Perhaps it would be better if she was made of glass. At least then she wouldn't have to worry about germs.
"I've met a few. Everyone seems really nice so far."