Chapter Seven
Penny and Pa
“I can’t please him anymore. See if you can sort him out!” Rosalinda Jennings said to her daughter, Penny Laney.
It seemed that her mother and father were presently not on good terms; not that they had ever been, for any number of years.
“He can be violent, you know.”
Penny looked her mother, sitting opposite her at the kitchen table, up and down for signs and bruising.
“How do you want me to sort him out?” She would have never said that she had much influence over him, more that she was favoured. People danced to his tune.
“Why don’t you go out for dinner with him? You can wear something nice. Make him feel romantic.”
“But he’s my dad!”
“He’s a man like any other. They’re all the same.”
“Well, of course I’ll go out for dinner with him.”
“Thank you, Pe
