Before the world went to shit and Lucille needed to get away from everything for a while she’d find solace in either her garden or kitchen. Even Negan knew better than to bother her when she had her hands deep in fertile soil or when she was making a batch of her grandmother’s sauce.
Old habits die hard even at the end of days.
So much was racing through Lucille’s mind that even after a morning of hard work in the Sanctuary’s garden that she found herself in the factory’s kitchen surrounded by fresh herbs and plump ripe tomatoes. Throwing her hair back into a messy bun she surveyed the things on the counter in front of her before grabbing a knife to start the soothing ritual of sauce making.
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