Penelope in Retrograde

by Brooke Abrams

“He looked good, didn’t he?” Nana Rosie hiccups. A fair indicator that she’s dipped into another martini. “Aged like a fine wine. Of course, that Martin fellow is no wet sandwich, if you ask me. He’s a hot pastrami on rye if there ever was one.”

Nana Rosie cracked me up throughout this book 🤣