Chapter 5
Memories
Penny awoke with the rising sun the next morning, a plan of action swirling around in her sleepy head. She was looking for her past, her family’s past—and where do people store all the old stuff that no longer fits in their day-to-day lives?
In an attic, which was not an option in this case because that’s where Susan stored Penny and her things.
Or the basement.
This house had one; she knew that because of the furnace grate in the living room floor, but she had never explored it.
She checked her clock. It was just after six, so Susan would be sleeping. Sunday was the one day she could sleep in, so she usually took advantage of it.
Penny dressed quickly and put her mirror in her pocket. Bright sunlight outside or not, the second floor hall was always dark; the
