{"id":3310,"date":"2019-04-29T21:56:09","date_gmt":"2019-04-30T01:56:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/windhover.ncsu.edu\/?page_id=3310"},"modified":"2024-10-21T16:58:29","modified_gmt":"2024-10-21T20:58:29","slug":"windhover-2019","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/windhover-2019\/","title":{"rendered":"2018-2019 Publication Cycle"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Windhover <em>Volume 53<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-rich is-provider-issuu wp-block-embed-issuu\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"Windhover 2019\" src=\"https:\/\/e.issuu.com\/embed.html?u=ncsustudentmedia&#038;d=windhover_final_\" style=\"border:none; width: 525px; height: 403px;\" allow=\"clipboard-write,allow-top-navigation,allow-top-navigation-by-user-activation,allow-downloads,allow-scripts,allow-same-origin,allow-popups,allow-modals,allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox,allow-forms\"  allowfullscreen=\"true\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-3312 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/77\/2019\/04\/Screen-Shot-2019-04-29-at-9.53.52-PM-201x300.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/77\/2019\/04\/Screen-Shot-2019-04-29-at-9.53.52-PM-201x300.png 201w, https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/77\/2019\/04\/Screen-Shot-2019-04-29-at-9.53.52-PM.png 432w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>Windhover 2019<\/strong><br \/><strong>Volume 53<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Editor-in-chief:<\/strong> Xenna Smith<br \/><strong>Managing Editor<\/strong>: Aubrey Izurieta<br \/><strong>Design Editor:<\/strong> Ashley Darrisaw<br \/><strong>Designers:<\/strong> Sarah Foltz, Holly Levett<br \/><strong>Audio &amp; Video Editor:<\/strong> Maura Estes<br \/><strong>Literary Editor:<\/strong> Lucy Marcum<br \/><strong>Visual Editor:<\/strong> Layla Peykamian<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center\">Penny Girls (<em>cont.<\/em>)<\/h1>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center\">by. Holly Brantley<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left\">&#8230;<\/h6>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201c<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Emmy<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, it\u2019s been <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">too <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">long!\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Years later, I still dreaded that voice. I would dread it even more because of all the things I ever tried to teach my children, the one I was most adamant about was being kind to those who were not as capable as yourself. As I got older, I realized that part of the reason Elizabeth Tarantino acted the way she did was because she really couldn\u2019t help it. That didn\u2019t excuse it, of course, but it did provide a reason. At the very least, it made her much more sympathetic to me, which meant I was a lot less likely to take my shopping cart and run her over with it in the check-out line of Piggly Wiggly. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Elizabeth Tarantino, now Elizabeth Valentine, gave me one of her haughty looks and then turned it toward my little girl, my Lydia. \u201cAnd aren\u2019t you even more <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">adorable <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">than the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">last <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">time I saw you? You look <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">just <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">like your daddy!\u201d<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I held tighter to Lydia\u2019s hand, as if that could somehow protect her. \u201cDoesn\u2019t she?\u201d Before Elizabeth Valentine could get to my baby, I stepped between them. \u201cHow have you been, Elizabeth?\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cI\u2019ve been <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">lovely<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">.\u201d Her eyes glazed over my shopping cart of groceries. \u201cThough, I <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">must <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">admit I\u2019m in a bit of a hurry. Would it be <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">too <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">troublesome for me to cut ahead of you?\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I looked at her basket which, to be fair, had less items than mine and then to my girls who were both watching intently. \u201cOf course,\u201d I said through gritted teeth. \u201cGo right ahead.\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Elizabeth Valentine flashed me one of her toothy grins and stuck her nose right back in the air as she cut in front of me. \u201c<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Please <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">give my regards to the boys.\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cI will.\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Lydia wasn\u2019t old enough at the time to really understand what had happened and of course Evie was just a baby, but they watched Elizabeth Valentine with such an intensity that I knew they must have noticed that <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">something <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">was different about her. They were, after all, my children. Thankfully, it was Evie\u2019s fussing that distracted me from the exhausting presence of Elizabeth Valentine. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Out of all my children, Lydia was the one that warmed my heart and perplexed my soul the most. She <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">was<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> the spitting image of her father and had his kindness and compassion, but she had my mind. With a baby sister and two older brothers, I was very grateful she was well behaved, and even though we did our best not to overlook her, it did occasionally happen. By the grace of God, nothing bad ever happened to her, but I felt my heart stop on many occasions and the first was that day when I looked up and didn\u2019t see her standing next to me anymore. Ironically, it was the first, and last, time I would ever be happy to hear Elizabeth Valentine\u2019s voice. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cAre you sure?\u201d Elizabeth Valentine continued to dig through her purse, her face reddening by the second. \u201cI could\u2019ve sworn I counted it out before I left.\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cYou\u2019re still short, ma\u2019am,\u201d the clerk said, his unforgiving face not looking up from the digital screen stating her balance. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cI know, just-\u201d<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cMrs. Valentine?\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It was the second time my heart would stop for my children, though this time for a different reason. When I looked up, I saw my Lydia, her tiny hands extended upwards toward Elizabeth Valentine and in them the four pennies Elizabeth Valentine was short for her total. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cMs. Valentine,\u201d Lydia repeated, her voice soft, \u201cyou can have my pennies, if you need them.\u201d \u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">My eyes locked with Elizabeth Valentine and it was in that moment, when the little girl with brown curls was offering all the money she had to a near stranger, that I knew the war had been won. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I beamed at my Lydia and picked her up, then turned the smile to Elizabeth Valentine. \u201cThat\u2019s very sweet of you, Lydia, but Mrs. Valentine could never take your money.\u201d I dug through my purse and handed Elizabeth Valentine a nickel. \u201cHere you go, Elizabeth.\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Elizabeth Valentine swallowed. \u201cI-I can just-\u201d<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cI insist,\u201d I chirped cheerfully. \u201cIn fact,\u201d I winked, \u201cyou can even keep the change.\u201d <\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Windhover Volume 53 Windhover 2019Volume 53 Editor-in-chief: Xenna SmithManaging Editor: Aubrey IzurietaDesign Editor: Ashley DarrisawDesigners: Sarah Foltz, Holly LevettAudio &amp; Video Editor: Maura EstesLiterary Editor: Lucy MarcumVisual Editor: Layla Peykamian Penny Girls (cont.) by. Holly Brantley &#8230; \u201cEmmy, it\u2019s been too long!\u201d Years later, I still dreaded that voice. I would dread it even more &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/windhover-2019\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;2018-2019 Publication Cycle&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1204,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"class_list":["post-3310","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3310","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1204"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3310"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3310\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5061,"href":"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3310\/revisions\/5061"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/orgs.ncsu.edu\/windhover\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3310"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}