Broken Song by Schubach, Erik

of the blonde. “No what?” She laughed and it sounded like wind blowing through silver chimes. “You are so delightful! It was you, silly woman.” I blushed profusely then I said, “Frank Davenport? I met his daughter Vicky once at the Ballyhoo, she's a super nice lady!” I swear I could hear her grin over the phone. “Yes, she is. But anyway Sandra, I was wondering if you knew how to contact Penny. You two seemed quite smitten with each other and she sang directly to you in front of the stage at the Ballyhoo in that second video. So I figured you were my best bet.” My heart started aching again. “No, unfortunately she disappeared on me that day. We've been trying to find her but she is hurting and says she needs to think.” There was another slight pause then she said in a faraway voice, “Yes. I can understand that completely. A shame. But I know she will be back Sandra. And when she does, please have her call me.” Then she gave me her phone number. I didn't know what to say so I just said, “OK, ma'am.” She chuckled. “Please call me Mandy, ma'am makes me sound as old as I am. Did you write the number down?” I shrugged to myself. “I'll just sorta remember it Mandy. It is a weird thing I can do. I just remember junk about people.” She responded with a soft tone, “Like someone's voice.” I grinned. “Exactly.” Then her tone changed to one of curiosity. “So, when Penny was singing in the children's ward, was that a charity event, or did an organization arrange that or something? I only a