I just decided to wait my turn.
The geezer in front of me sneezed, blowing hard out of his nose.
“Excuse me, young lady,” he said to Penelope. “Hope I didn’t spray you.”
“Nonsense, Congressman Denton. You couldn’t have helped it. There’s way too much hairspray in the room. One whiff of the ladies in here, and you’ll think you’ve come down with an asthma attack. We’re practically swimming in a sea of oil sheen and Chanel Number Five.”
She laughed musically.
The affable older gentleman joined her, hacking with a cough. We both knew his sneezing and wheezing was more a product of poor health than it was aromatic aerosols, but I liked the way Pea ignored it.
She was poised in everything she did—a certified pro. She was as elegant in an opera as she was tough in a courtroom, and through i
