"My turn will come," Penny said, her tone solemn and resolute, as this was something she believed with all her being. She had to; sometimes it was all she held on to. Her whole life she had functioned under the belief that love would come to her and the prospect of facing life without that certainty was unthinkable. So Penny just didn't think it. "It's your turn now," she said firmly, her smile returned and she returned the gentle kiss on her sister's cheek.