C48 Penelope

“Hello.”

I heard it before I heard her hello. The soft, incoherent, cooing of the baby held securely in Liza’s arms. An exact replica of the several childhood pictures I had seen of Liza. That same blonde hair, that same innocent smile. Her eyes, an exact replica of the misty green that I feared and despised both.

“Can I come in?” Liza laughed a bit as she readjusted the baby in her arms