Penelope was sitting at her kitchen table munching on a donut and stirring her coffee. She was thinking about her beautiful daughter Calypso. Her bright blue eyes glowed with love for every flower and sprout she came across. Calypso wanted to be the world's most brilliant botanist. Penelope lost the apple of her eye last year in the biggest fire that town had ever seen. The old Munston barn was a hang out for kids. Sometimes they would go there after school to talk and other times it became cancer corner. Most of the time there was a bunch of kids there, but the accident took place when Calypso got there before her friends. Some older kids had just got done having a smoke and decided to go the the ice cream joint. All the kids dropped their cigarettes and jumped on their bikes to get some rocky road.
It just so happened that Calypso went up to the loft while a small flame started in the hay. It grew bigger without her notice and eventually engulfed the barn with no means of escape. Penelope's mind was stuck on that event day after day and her terrible depression had kept growing worse. Her boss at work was ready to fire her for her showing up late and poor work ethic. She never wrote the newspaper articles on time, tended to be a glum influence on the others workers, and was full of other such downward pulling behavior. Penelople was persuaded to move somewhere tropical; She was convinced that it was in her best interest to get away from the frigid Canadian life. She had just finished putting most of her useless items on ebay. She had numerous dolls and other such collectibles that had no pragmatic purpose. She had plans to go to Mexico, where a sister had a vacation home. Her kind sister advised her to go to...
Mexico and get out of the rut she was in.
Penelope was excited about the opportunity to leave Canada and spend some time painting. Loving drawing scenic pictures and portraits, Penelope was looking forward to having the inspiration of new landscapes and a new culture of people. She was looking forward to the food...Oh, she could hardly wait to have authentic salsa, and tacos, and burritos, and other such new finds.
It was a fortnight when most of her stuff had sold and been shipped out. She now had enough money to pick up her life and move. Penelope got a taxi to the airport, she had prearranged her tickets online, and arrived with plenty of time to sit back in the waiting area and read a book. Security was a little tight and they made her take off her high heels and they demanded to go through her suitcase. ( They even had her pantyhose and underwear fall out on the floor.)
As she was recovering from her embarrassment, she took out her favorite novel and began where she had left off a month or so ago. The story was about a couple living in Spain. The wife came down with a rare disease when she had visited Africa. Her husband nursed her back to health with his constant concern, prayers, and loving care. Penelope hoped for a man like that. The last bum she was married to for three years left her when she became pregnant. He was to immature to have kids and went who knows where to party and burn out the rest of his life. Penelope raised Calypso on her own with the help of a single parent support group.
As she was engrossed in her novel, a fine looking young man sat down next to her. He was obviously successful in business as he had a fancy suit and watch on. Penelope's heart was imagining a man somewhat like him to sweep her off her feet. She noticed that he did not have a marriage ring on. Her interest was caught. She fearlessly leaned over and asked the man if he was seeing someone. Startled, he answered in a suave voice, that \"I myself am looking for someone special.\" Energy rushed through Penelope's body. The two new friends started chatting. He introduced himself as Mr. Selson, a stock market man, that had struck it rich by investing in Enron. He said that such close associates could call each other by first names.
\"Mac, what caused you to go into the stock market? It seems like such a risky job.\"
\"Oh, well, I have always been very skilled in mathematics and so I double majored in Statistics and Economics. I knew that I could beat the system with my intuition and talent\"
Penelope took all this to mean that he was an intelligent man with a slight case of an inflated ego. She was alright with that. Wanting her man to think well of himself and be self sufficient, this was a plus. Much better than a guy that was too timid to even acknowledge his accomplishments.
\"You seem to be a well off guy.\"
\"I consider myself lucky\"
\"Where do you happen to be traveling?\"
\"I am going to Mexico City to meet a man for a stock trade.\"
As they were speaking, a plane coming in for a landing spun out of control and crashed into the airport, sending the whole building up in a giant fireball.
It just so happened that Calypso went up to the loft while a small flame started in the hay. It grew bigger without her notice and eventually engulfed the barn with no means of escape. Penelope's mind was stuck on that event day after day and her terrible depression had kept growing worse. Her boss at work was ready to fire her for her showing up late and poor work ethic. She never wrote the newspaper articles on time, tended to be a glum influence on the others workers, and was full of other such downward pulling behavior. Penelople was persuaded to move somewhere tropical; She was convinced that it was in her best interest to get away from the frigid Canadian life. She had just finished putting most of her useless items on ebay. She had numerous dolls and other such collectibles that had no pragmatic purpose. She had plans to go to Mexico, where a sister had a vacation home. Her kind sister advised her to go to...
Mexico and get out of the rut she was in.
Penelope was excited about the opportunity to leave Canada and spend some time painting. Loving drawing scenic pictures and portraits, Penelope was looking forward to having the inspiration of new landscapes and a new culture of people. She was looking forward to the food...Oh, she could hardly wait to have authentic salsa, and tacos, and burritos, and other such new finds.
It was a fortnight when most of her stuff had sold and been shipped out. She now had enough money to pick up her life and move. Penelope got a taxi to the airport, she had prearranged her tickets online, and arrived with plenty of time to sit back in the waiting area and read a book. Security was a little tight and they made her take off her high heels and they demanded to go through her suitcase. ( They even had her pantyhose and underwear fall out on the floor.)
As she was recovering from her embarrassment, she took out her favorite novel and began where she had left off a month or so ago. The story was about a couple living in Spain. The wife came down with a rare disease when she had visited Africa. Her husband nursed her back to health with his constant concern, prayers, and loving care. Penelope hoped for a man like that. The last bum she was married to for three years left her when she became pregnant. He was to immature to have kids and went who knows where to party and burn out the rest of his life. Penelope raised Calypso on her own with the help of a single parent support group.
As she was engrossed in her novel, a fine looking young man sat down next to her. He was obviously successful in business as he had a fancy suit and watch on. Penelope's heart was imagining a man somewhat like him to sweep her off her feet. She noticed that he did not have a marriage ring on. Her interest was caught. She fearlessly leaned over and asked the man if he was seeing someone. Startled, he answered in a suave voice, that \"I myself am looking for someone special.\" Energy rushed through Penelope's body. The two new friends started chatting. He introduced himself as Mr. Selson, a stock market man, that had struck it rich by investing in Enron. He said that such close associates could call each other by first names.
\"Mac, what caused you to go into the stock market? It seems like such a risky job.\"
\"Oh, well, I have always been very skilled in mathematics and so I double majored in Statistics and Economics. I knew that I could beat the system with my intuition and talent\"
Penelope took all this to mean that he was an intelligent man with a slight case of an inflated ego. She was alright with that. Wanting her man to think well of himself and be self sufficient, this was a plus. Much better than a guy that was too timid to even acknowledge his accomplishments.
\"You seem to be a well off guy.\"
\"I consider myself lucky\"
\"Where do you happen to be traveling?\"
\"I am going to Mexico City to meet a man for a stock trade.\"
As they were speaking, a plane coming in for a landing spun out of control and crashed into the airport, sending the whole building up in a giant fireball.
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