Could Not Have Flown Away

Lucille was sitting on the couch, waiting for them. Fifteen minutes later, Hugo and James burst into the living room, panting heavily. Apparently, they had rushed in at a running pace after parking the car. Lucille curved her lips, saying, "What's the rush? I couldn't have flown away, could I?" Hugo and James looked Lucille up and down. Seeing that she was all in one piece and not emaciated from torture, they finally let out a sigh of relief. Lucille seemed to be in good spirits. On the other hand, Hugo and the others, who had been running around for nearly a month searching for her, seemed to have lost at least a dozen pounds! James was the first to notice something wrong. He focused on Lucille's eyes and tentatively waved his hand in front of her. Hugo slapped his hand away, scolding, "What do you think you are doing?" James, startled, said, "Boss... your eyes..." "Eyes? What's wrong with the boss's eyes?" Hugo leaned in to have a closer look, commenting, "They're pretty!" James was