Chapter Fourteen
And so, like a fast moving boat to China, the hours slipped past none too slow. A day later my sister moved to Denver, and on the following Wednesday a letter arrived in Penny’s mailbox addressed to me, and post marked Mexico City. It outlined my mother’s short-term and long-term plans. The short claimed travel throughout Mexico for the summer and resignation from her job. The long, outlined a pending rental of our home to a couple from Gaithersburg, Tennessee. Friends of a friend, she wrote. She had purchased an interest in Cheap Books, intended to live with John Peckerwood above Pasqual’s Pizzeria, and needed her home no longer. Can you imagine your mother with a Peckerwood? She signed the missive; love Mom. And Peckerwood added, I’ve always loved her, Scott, as a posts
