TITLE: The secrets Of Pretty Penelope
Gosserville's crazy old lady has just given Penelope a compact after claiming she's a liar. She demanded her to open the tiny mirror and look inside.
“See what?” She asked.
“Dumb child--fine so you’re not gifted! Here hand it over, such a gift is not intended for the likes of you.” Her face was full of rage.
Penelope was so confused. Then her eyes grew huge, she held up her hand, “No, Wait…I think I see something?”
Mrs. Sourpatch was almost drooling, leaning in close. “Yes, tell me--tell me--what is it, what do you see? Don’t play me a fool, you child. You tell this old woman the truth.”
Penelope couldn’t believe it, “A light--a purple light. It’s glowing all around my face. It’s so dark--almost black. Like a thick black smoke.”
Mrs. Sourpatch was smiling a toothless wide grin as she rejoiced.
“Yes!” She said slamming her walking stick into the porch. “You can see it! You must be the one-you must!”
“The one?” Penelope questioned.
She batted the air with her stick, “No time for questions child. You’re mother is going to be coming out soon now hurry. Stand in front of me.” She said while pushing Penelope. “Look for me in the mirror, go on, there is no time to waste.”
She stood trembling in front of Mrs. Sourpatch and looked over her shoulder for her in the compact.
She rested on her cane and stood proud as she whispered. “Now tell me child…what do you see?”
Penelope narrowed her eyes and peered into the mirror after a short moment she squealed with amazement.