Friday’s Page 69 ~ Penelope March is Melting
Coral made a face that could have qualified as a smile or a grimace or even an itchy nose, and the girls sank into an awkward silence. The only noise came from a petrel scavenging for food, its yellow bird feet scritch-scritch-scritching aginst the ice. Coral spied a deck of cards on the ice coffee table. “Wanna play gin rummy?”