In her youth, Penny had wanted to be a dancer. When she was in her twenties, she met a handsome banker online. After half a year of correspondence, she and the banker finally scheduled a meeting in person, upon which Penny discovered that he was in fact a bedridden and senile former bank teller. Penny visited him every weekend, nonetheless, feeding him applesauce and reading him detective novels. “I had nothing better to do,” she told Joan. “And his profile pic was really him. In his thirties. I thought that was kind of ballsy. Using a picture of who you used to be.”
