So here's something you guys don't know about me yet— I was born in the South. Huntsville Alabama. The 'deep south' as my momma called it. We moved up here to upstate New York when I was ten—my daddy's brother got him a job in a big factory. My southern accent's long gone. Well, I think so anyway, but some people say they can still hear it. I still use southern words and phrases, hard not to when you grow up in a house full of southerners. It's all been Yankified though—y'all became you all, and stuff like that.
It was pretty traumatic moving up here, but Penny was one of the first people I met, and she was fun right off the bat. I already told you about how she clued me in as to what sex was in the first place, listening to my momma and daddy through my bedroom wall. We got into plenty of, shall we say, situations, growing up through our teen years, but I can't tell you about most of that stuff because it might incriminate some people, if you get my drift. Jail-bait was our middle name, I guess you could say.
High school ended and neither one of us went to college. I married Ronnie, he became a carpenters apprentice, and Penny married a jerk named Billy. She only married him because she was pregnant, and then she lost the baby. The marriage fizzled when he became even more of a jerk than he already was.
I really didn't see Penny much through our twenties and thirties—enough to stay friends, but we drifted apart a little bit. She never remarried, and stayed as wild as ever, and I just settled into the 'good wife' thing, and like I told you before, sexual boredom set in pretty severe.
