such serenity in the companionship of a veritable stranger who was…well…old enough to be her grandmother. But then she remembered that Penelope and her father were distant cousins of some sort, so maybe the connection wasn’t so far-fetched in a familial sense, at least, for that meant the two of them also were cousins…

“Thank you, Penelope. I can’t describe how nice it is to have someone not interfering in my life.”

“Of course I might have to interfere in Christopher’s life somewhat,” the older woman said with a slight titter. “For making such a nuisance of himself I should hit him with my cane where the chair oft meets cheek.”

“You’ll have to wait until he comes out of hiding, whichever rabbit hole he dove...

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