The expense was long overdue.

PART 11: Penelope Speaks

Penelope asked to have breakfast with me on a Sunday when Cordelia was out of town.

We met at a diner she liked because the servers remembered her favorite pancakes without asking who her mother was.

“I’ve decided to drop the advanced competition track,” she said after we ordered.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.

I like history.