Chapter 31John appeared to be meditating. His eyes were closed, but he felt Penny's hand reach for his arm. Anger from the other night had left him paralyzed. He racked his brain trying to recall the amount of her long-lost pilot's gift. “So now we're broke again, right?” He asked in a monotone voice. Life, breath and every human emotion, he felt, had been slurped from his soul by an industrial vacuum. When she squeezed his forearm, he felt like a hollow man; irrelevant, unimportant and empty. When she leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, he opened his eyes.
“Not quite,” she answered, “but isn't that what you wanted?”
“Not exactly, you'd have to be crazy to give them everything.” His gaze darted from the sculpture of the Sacred Heart to Penny's flashing green eyes.
She nodded. “
