All thirty-four years of Lucy’s life people had taken care of her: mommy and daddy in the burbs; the ivory towers of college, then marrying the boy next door, who became a top gun, then the Air Force took care of everything - including his funeral.
After the funeral her protective brother put Lucy on a cruise ship to get her away from everyday memories and into the world. Lucy meets Harry, dashing in gold braid and white uniform. He is the entertainment director, full of crazy ideas, music and schemes. Good-time Harry’s job is keeping everyone happy on fantasy-voyage. He is very good at avoiding the real world.
Lucy is determined to bury her dead and start a new life. She graduated top of her Archeology class -- this translates into what in the modern job market? After a disastrous start at the employment agency Lucy stumbles into Rose, her best friend in college. Red hot Rose is now a senior account person at a major advertising agency who decides to come out of the closet after a marathon of men proved insufficient.
Life’s funny, sometimes you just have to get above it all to see it. Somewhere in the wild blue yonder, between outer space and terra-firma there is magic. Ask anyone who learns to fly. Most people settle for convenience, like Lucy before the magic of solo.