Isn't it nice," the older lady said, leaning in so that only Penelope could hear...

Isn't it nice," the older lady said, leaning in so that only Penelope could hear her words, "to discover that we're not exactly what we thought we were?"
And then she walked away, leaving Penelope wondering if maybe she wasn't quite what she'd thought she was.
Maybe-just maybe-she was something a little bit more.