Chapter 43: Penny’s Pills
Together we finish the back room around the same time that the sunlight peeking in through the single window takes on a golden, end of the day hue. Shadows grow like cobwebs from the boxes and bags we’ve gone through and set aside—it seems like all we did was move the mess from one side of the room to the other. But the walls are bare now, only nails and a few stray flecks of tape left from the pictures that used to hang there, and you can see the floor, it’s a light-colored, unstained wood that hid beneath a handmade rug for all these years. There’s dust in the corners, a few paperclips, some tiny pieces of torn paper, s**t that will be swept up soon enough.
Looking around the room with my hands on my hips, I’m reminded of a scene from that cartoon special I w
