“Least I could do.” “You never do the least, young lady. I see that about you now. I never understood why you left—and why you stayed away even after your father was alone, and, you know, disabled. I used to say to him, Why hasn’t she come back! And your father, he’d say, Penny has to find her own way. And I had my doubts about you, Penelope—the kind of woman you’d become, whether you could see how lucky you were to have a father like Ralph.”
