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An Unknown Relative

... Pendry.” “You can call me Penn,” she said. “Everyone calls me that.” “I might sometimes,” I told her. “I like Pendry though. I have to ask you, how did you find me?” “I got Mom’s lawyers to hire the Pinkerton Agency,” she said. “I’ve been looking for you for six months.” “You’re talking about Lisa like that’s a story that’s come to an end,” I said. “She had ovarian cancer,” she said, choking back a little sob. I couldn’t stand for this beautiful girl sitting across from me to be unhappy. I didn’t know what to say. “I’m very sorry, Pendry. She was a hell of a woman. I’ve never loved anyone the way I did her. Again, I have to ask you, why were you trying so hard to find me?” She poked at the last bite of her steak with her fork for a minute. When she looked up her eyes were full of tears. “You’re all I’ve got,” she said. “I thought… I thought…,” she broke down. I couldn’t stand it. “If you’re through, let’s get out of here,” I told her. She nodded and I paid the tab. I gave her my arm and we walked outside to the El Camino. “Is this your car?” she asked. “Yes, do you like it?” “I love it,” she said. “I love the muscle cars. I have a ’70 Chevelle SS this same color.” “Want to drive,” I asked. “Really? I don’t let anyone drive my car,” she said. “I don’t either,” I told her. “I’ve never had a daughter before though. I let her drive my car.” I handed her the keys and she fired it up. “What’s it got?” she asked. “It’s a 396 stroker,” I told her. “I know what a stroker is,” she ...

... said. “This is so cool.” She punched it once we hit the street and the big Quadrajet howled as the secondaries opened up. It fishtailed a little as the fat tires grabbed for traction and she had it to sixty before she backed off. “This is hotter than my Chevelle,” she said. “I’ve got a 350 with a radical cam and a Holley. It’s got Hooker headers and a FlowMaster exhaust. Mine sounds better.” I laughed. “I’m going to fall in love with you, baby. Take a left here and this will take us to the boat.” She parked and held my hand as we climbed aboard. “Want a beer?” I asked her. “No, I don’t like it,” she said. “I did like that wine though.” I got her a glass and a beer for myself. We sat together on the sofa in the lounge and I put on Earl Klugh. The air conditioning felt good and she took her shoes off and put her feet on the coffee table. The mellow jazz guitar sounded crisp and clean. “You were telling me why you wanted to find me,” I said. “Now don’t cry, it’s going to be ok. Just tell me whatever you want to.” “I can’t help it,” she said. “I was looking for you because I thought… I thought…,’ she couldn’t continue. She sobbed brokenly and I put my arm around her and hugged her. “What, baby?” I asked. “I thought you might want me,” she sobbed and buried her face in my shoulder. “I don’t have anyone else and I don’t know what I’m going to do if you don’t want me. I’m almost out of money and I’m desperate.” “You’re not almost out of money,” I told her. “I have lots of money and it’s ...