XXXIV
They buried Lucan on the eve of the election. Miri, Celesse and Earl watched tearfully as a boom arm lowered his casket into freshly dug earth.
Miri rubbed Celesse’s shoulders.
It didn’t seem real.
For the last few days she had walked around numb, not believing that it could really happen. Her mind wandered back to the first time she met Lucan. Confident and extroverted, he strode through a university banquet because he had donated a million spiras to the school’s endowment. He shook her hand, said her name, and then five minutes later, didn’t remember that he’d even met her. She didn’t dislike him for it, but she didn’t take him seriously.
They’d met a few times after that, but it was that first encounter that she would never forget.
And the last.
His bowtie undone and hangin
