"So if Bob Maddock didn't get his way, he'd punch you?" Sylvia asked.
Yeah. Umm.. I guess. Penny thought to say but couldn't open her heart from trauma.
"I mean, what are you going to do? We're stuck." She closely leaned on her and looked in her eye. A streak of wind rushed by and patted their cheeks. She then gave some sort of an awkward smile, and wrapped her body to hers.
I...I...I... And a few seconds after, Penny stopped trying and simply exhausted the remaining tensions in her face; sighing to a relief of warmth and a broken spirit.
