"Does that make me crazy! Does that make me crazy- possibly-!" Lucy sang, twirling on her high-top running shoes, skirt flaring a little while she danced, coffee pot clutched in her hand. "Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are! Bless your soul! Do you really think you're in control?"

She grinned at the only customer in the diner as she stopped to refill his coffee. He smiled indulgently when she danced away from him still singing. She replaced the coffee pot and ...