Chapter Twenty
At four in the afternoon she entered the house by the porch door and from where I sat in the front room, still grubby from the drive, I about fainted. Longer than my size nine shoes, Penny’s ankle strapped heels clattered, and her teased, frosted hair hung at an angle across her forehead. Her blue eyes appeared lost and the heavy makeup on her face seemed harsh. Plastered in Dolly Parton’s red costume dress, Penny’s body offered nothing to imagine as she extended her arms in greeting and crossed the floor. “I’m all yours tonight, Duncan,” she laughed and sprang into my lap so fast the chair slid sideways. “Little Penny loves Little Duncan,” she chided. “Does he love her, too?”
Embraced by such an assault, I didn’t know what to say or do or how to act. Penny reminded me so
