Lucy could hardly believe her luck as of late. No, wait – that was a misnomer. Some of it, at least, she had been expecting for a while. For example, her parents’ divorce. She didn’t know how badly off finances were until recently, and it was all her mom’s fault. Not that her mom was much of a mom. Once Lucy grew to old to be paraded around like some kind of doll it was like her mother lost interest and was in it for herself, no matter what she did.
She felt bad for her Dad, and hoped that by giving him Mr. Green’s information, he’d have a good lawyer to go against her mom. Let Mom wallow in the misery she created. Lucy scowled as she fired up her computer. She didn’t want to get the Greens into any kind of trouble, so she’d hacked a neighbor’s wifi and was using that while she stayed with them to stay on top of the accounts she skimmed, as well as various new bits floating around on the web. She had set up a program to catch specific keywords about her furrier nature, hoping that might help out some.
She’d studied the Litany too, of course. As she understood it, it was Vash’s job to make sure they followed it – but some of the rules seemed unfair or outdated. Mostly she hated the rule about mating. Technically, according to it, she shouldn’t have an interest in Jason because of the mere possibility of producing some kind of broken offspring. She found herself growling at a low level and cut it out – she didn’t want anyone to overhear her.
She was grateful to the Greens for taking her in while her Dad was searching for an apartment for her and himself. Jason’s siblings were nice enough, and his Moms, although ever-present and forever dropping hints, all had good hearts and meant well, so she didn’t mind as much. She purposefully didn’t spend a lot of alone time with Jason unless sit was to do homework – she didn’t want to give the family any more ideas than they already had.
She drummed her fingers on the bed for a minute, then arched her back into a stretch. It was late, and she should get some sleep soon – but she hardly ever slept, and never seemed to be worse for the wear because of it. the mischievous side of her wanted to sneak into Jason’s room for kicks, but she resisted the urge, shifting her position on the bed so that rather then sitting cross-legged, she was lying on her stomach.
She turned her attentions to hunting up apartments for her Dad to look at. She frowned a little. Her Dad deserved better than to be a mortician. She knew it was something her mother had wanted, and according to her dad’s parents, he could have had a career as a medical examiner if he’d wanted, or even a doctor. It was beyond her understanding as to why he’d change so drastically for her mother.
Her mother….
Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she began to dig into her mother’s identity. She knew her mother had changed her name…but what about the social security number? She’d never had the courage to track that down, and maybe she could find her mother’s family that way and meet them. It was possible even that they knew about her furry heritage. With a purpose in mind, she set about gathering any information she could find that was connected to the social security number she pulled up when she looked up Lilith Westenra.
Someone somewhere had to know something about her heritage.
Right?