You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you.
Lucy ChristopherThis be OK?' I asked, innocently. 'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes. Actually, don't answer that one.
Lucy ChristopherThose blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. Theyโre pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.
Lucy Christopher