Chapter Six
“Come over,” she said, the thick sound from her mouth dripping like uncured molasses through the phone line. Five days had passed.
I shivered displacing the buttery scale of fatigue not rubbed from my eyes and forced myself awake. At ten, mom had not gotten home from work and I had yet to dress. Store inventory on Saturday night was the last thing I wanted to confront apart from Penny’s phone call. Penny had returned none of my phone calls. Penny didn’t answer her doorbell when I stopped by Wednesday, even though her car sat in the garage, and she didn’t bring me donuts at the grocery store all week. Worry ranked just short of angry. I had expected more than division from our kiss? “Where have you been,” I asked underscoring the question with determination?
“I couldn’t see y
