Seven: My Soul? Dude, I’m Not Even ReligiousPenny stayed away from me after that. It was not like she was angry. It was worse. She was disappointed. Disgusted. She shunned me.
I had come to enjoy having her there, down by her tree, providing me with a little soundtrack at the cave. Albeit not the best music in the world, but her heart was in it. She worked so hard to get it right.
Once we rode back from a football game together. It was a middle seat on the bus, and I guess it was the only one available. Otherwise, why would Penny Longstocking have sat by me? She had plenty of friends, so I’m sure there was no shortage of jabbering clarinet players that she could have sat by. But she did not. She plopped down by me and offered up a little chitchat. This was last fall. About halfway back
