At the top of the hill we both paused and stared at the gleaming tent. Neither of us noticed his mother, but all of a sudden there she was, standing next to us. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” Penn’s reaction was immediate. His hand flew from the spot where it rested at the base of my spine and he stepped away from me. “Oh, hey Mom. How’s the party going?” She dismissed his question with a wave of her hand. “Your father has been looking for both of you and I’m not sure I can hold him off much longer. I told him you were introducing Ella to the Dibellas, but there’s not very much longer—” She stopped talking midsentence and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, composing herself. “Hello, dear,” she said, smiling as the congressman walked up behind us. He took a long sip from his glass and let his gaze travel over us. “The Dargers and Mortensons are here with their kids.
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