The Love Story of Henry Van Pennyshaw

He was born the instant she christened him. Henry Van Pennyshaw. The name his girl had chosen for him. Her father used a moist hand towel to wipe the strands of orange pulp from around his eye holes, his nose, his widely grinning mouth. “Henry Van Pennyshaw!” Ivy said again, stepping back to admire him, the serrated carving knife with …