In any event, she recalled that she was nineteen years old then. That sounds right; she was in her second semester of college--ironically enough, LaGuardia Community College, where I was teaching at the time. Now she's twenty-seven and working with her husband, who is an independent electrical contractor.
He talked about how he met Lucy. The funny thing is that he said almost the same things I've said about her: that she's pretty, but that's not what you notice about her. It was "a light within her," he said. And that, of course, is what I've always liked about Lucy: that radiance from within. "That's forever," he said. "Someone who's pretty today might not be tomorrow."
Then, for no reason I could discern, he told me, "You must have been really beautiful when you were younger. You're a beautiful lady now. But you really must have been something."
Lucy and I could only smile to each other.