Of course, how could Master Damien ever pick or look at someone or something of low worth, "Your father is a quiet man. It is hard to-" Penny paused while trying to find the right word.
"Think that they were married? There are polar opposites," he competed and agreed to what she said.
"What about your mother? Was she overprotective?" Damien took his turn to know more about the woman who was trying to kill her.
Penny looked at the front, the spiky looking tree which branched out in a different direction symmetrically, "She appeared to be normal at that time," she said with an awkward smile, "She didn't mind me going out, bringing the nickels back home that the house used to run. She was alright," she didn't know how she had failed to see the facade all those years she lived with her mother.
