Penny: Knight in Shining Armor He was NotWhen I was back in town again and cars started passing, I felt better. The proximity to normal people reassured me. Soon I would see a familiar face, or otherwise cross paths with someone who might be overly curious about my little red bag. So I unstrapped it from my wrist, hung it around my neck, and tucked it into my shirt. I stretched out my hands and felt better—a weight lifted when the bag was out of my hand. Suddenly it was not so mystical. It was dumb that I had freaked out about it. I turned around slowly, taking in the surroundings. No one was there. Nobody was following me, no birds or animal spirits. It was just another day in Bellin. Church bells rang noon and the roads were drying, wafting little clouds away.
It was an absurdity—a mojo
