(Art by me)
…..but I want to be taken soberly! And when you look like I do, well—the boys don't want to be serious at all.
At Saturday morning brunch—Yolanda spotted her amma's manner toward Penny—was very icy. Mrs. Lownes was enraged at the hour Penny and Dennis had arrived—and convicted her daughter's dearth of appetite was due to green with envy. Yolanda knew her amma would cock-a-hoop send Penny packing—and at that conviction a mote of her sense of humor came back.
In ramification—she felt more altruistic toward her cousin when, after brunch—Penny followed her up to her bedroom—chitter-chattering unflagging. "Isn't it funny that our birthdays are only two weeks apart, although, you know—I'd loathe to share a birthday with anyone." Penny arched her back and synopsised the effect in the mirror with a rubber-stamp smile.
"Now that I am going to be twenty four in barely two weeks I hope people will take me seriously—when I tell them I want to be called Penelope. It sounds more grown-up, don't you think?" She tittered and spun to view herself from another angle. "Everyone is always telling me what a dreamy physique I have—but I want to be taken soberly! And when you look like I do, well—the boys don't want to be serious at all.