Penny: Penny Fries a Bigger FishMy mom called me down from my room and there he was. Victor Radcliffe smiled the confident smile of a man and he held my clarinet out to me like a toothpick. He needed a shave. He had done it. I had probably made too much ado about nothing, about getting my clarinet back from Marie LaVey. But it was over now, and I was glad Seven had not been involved. I did not want to be beholden to either of the LaVeys. I had had time to think about it and it was definitely not about that stupid little red bag, which I was glad Victor had so deftly eliminated. That was nothing. That was a crazy old lady’s trinket, and I don’t know why I took it seriously for a second. It was time to move on. And Seven—he was connected to all that. I put him out of my mind. In front of me
