Her Mother Helen was different – petite and slender – freckles
and a wide smile – the cute girl at school type. She was the
great listener and the wise one. Great at volleyball at school
and beyond – still very athletic. Trained the local police
and legal people in something international – she was never
quite sure what. She travelled overseas frequently and when
she was home she would cook up the best scones (the only
thing she could cook/ bake really) and dish them up hot with
cream and raspberry jam – just the best! Welcome to the
Penfield household.

Still that nagging feeling of something fabulous.