Penelope and Her Visit

She did not like attention, so she sat in a corner, hugging a wall. The room was dimmed, not dark, but her loveliness permeated. Men and women of a variety of ages were led to her corner. She was unassuming, bordering on bashful, they liked her countenance. . So quiet, so delicate, so lady-like, they agreed in quiet tones later. Respectful and polite. She was the best listener on the planet. Several asked for her name, but it was not given to any. I knew she was here, the hostess said. They described her perfectly. Her daughter had been killed in a freak buggy accident years earlier. The flowered headdress described was the one they buried her in. I wish I could see her myself, her mother said. When it is time, replied her spirit guide.