Chapter Thirteen
So the days and nights of summer, set in motion by Jessica’s folded note, sped forward and changed everything for Penny and me. Days drifted and my dream of a life with Penny faded to dusk.
Penny appeared once more alive and hopeful for a future when I awoke the next morning from an assorted night of love. “Honey,” she called from the floor level below while I stumbled on the floor above, “I’ve pressed your spare work clothes. Get a quick shower. My father’s old shaving kit is in the bathroom closet, and the coffee’s hot.”
“Coffee first,” I called, still groggy. My spare work clothes and other transient living needs had sat stuffed in a suitcase in the spare bedroom corner for three days awaiting emergency use. I supposed today alleged emergency. Disregarding the trembl
