Penelope narrates:

I come home from taking pictures and I can't get the fact that I'll soon be photographing Burt Reynolds out of my head. What if he thinks I'm an idiot? All of these scenarios play in my mind. I enter Prince's office, sit at his desk and dig out his address book. A bag of cat treats lays in the drawer. Amethyst hears me move it and gets out of her bed. Yeah, that cat has a bed in here. "You think you deserve a treat for getting out of bed? Well, Prince would give you one" I stroke her head and she purrs.

Once Amethyst has been treated, I call Bernadette Anderson because I know my friends and family won't be as thoughtfully helpful to my plight. Instead, they'd say shit like He should be honored to be photographed by you. Bull. I'm not on the level of say, Richard Avedon

"Hello, Penny. Nice to hear from you." She says, "How are you?"

"Worrying about my upcoming Vanity Fair assignment." I reply as I pet Amethyst.

"Burt Reynolds, right?"

"Yeah."

"Everything with be fine. You were chosen by Vanity Fair. Treat Burt how you'd want a photographer to treat Prince. "

Now, there's a good idea! "I can do that! Thank you."

We continue talking and Prince wanders in. When he realizes I'm talking to Bernadette, he smiles and looks like a little boy at Christmas. So cute! He gives me a quick peck on the cheek and leaves.

"Have you spoken to Mrs. Shaw since Prince and I got together?"

"You mean,'Has she said anything about me?'"Bernadette replies knowingly

"Guilty. She doesn't seem as though she likes me. Even Prince has noticed"

"It's not you. Mattie was upset that I met you first. She felt as though she should've met you before I did."

That would bother me if I was a mom. I'd want my son to be excited to have me meet any girlfriend. And Mrs. Shaw probably has worried about Prince attracting gold diggers. In fact, my own father just informed me he wants me to have Prince sign a prenup so he doesn't end up with my business (well, the part of it that isn't owned by my dad). I don't want to talk to Prince about that, but I'll have to.

  Although, it won't be easy,  I feel I should reach out to Mrs. Shaw on my own sometime, without Prince being around. Just us ladies. One on one. Maybe I'll start with a phone call. I'll figure something out.

Prince returns to the the room as I say goodbye. "Got any extra picture frames?" he asks.

"There's a whole box in my office, help yourself. What are you framing?" I reply.

"An engagement announcement for Mom"

"Use the pretty silver tone frame."

Prince narrates:

When I'd asked Mom said she didn't have a copy of our announcement. Hopefully she simply accidentally threw out the paper so I'm bringing it to her. I don't want to believe someone would purposely throw out their son's engagement announcement. Penelope is right about the silver frame-it's perfect!

I bring it to Mom's house. "Nice frame" she says.

"Penelope choose it. Can I find a place for it?" I ask.

"Sure."

Touring the house and noticing no photos of Penelope or photos of me that were taken by her, I slip into a room I haven't been in in forever. WHAT THE HELL! An 8 x 10 head shot of Margaret as a bunny sits in the room. I know Margaret is an avid letter writer and sent these to various people she kept in touch with because she thought it was a cute photo. Of course, I have one. Mine says Dear Prince, Ears to you! Love, Margaret. Naturally mine isn't on display, it's with some other mementos. "MOM!" I yell.

"Oh, what's wrong, Skipper?" she wonders.

I'm so pissed I just point at the picture of Margaret.

"She hasn't aged a bit, has she?" Mom smiles, "I saw her at her last book signing here. Margaret is so smart and talented. "

"You've got this big picture of my high school sweetheart and no pictures of the woman I'm marrying! Hell, you don't even have pictures she took! " I gripe.

"Calm down. Those are stored...somewhere."

I lift the lid of a box on a shelf. Old letters from Margaret. " Really?"

"Her letters are so entertaining. Always have been. The bight spot of many days."

"Show me where you keep the photos of Penelope...now!"

Mom actually has to look to find a couple photos of me and Penelope. I leave for the bathroom to collect myself so I don't say anything that will make things worse. When go back, I see Mom has gone back in time and is re-reading Margaret's old letters. Mom laughs. "This is so funny! The time Margaret met Redd Foxx at the Playboy Club!"

My eyes roll,"Penelope has good stories too. I'm leaving. Pull it together for my wedding to Penelope!" 

At Paisley Park, Penelope is walking Amethyst. She trained Amethyst to like going for walks. I tell Penelope all about my visit.

"Sugar...don't let the fact that she hates me get between you two." she advises.

"But I want her to be kind toward you." I say.

"That's sweet and all, but sometimes that doesn't happen."

"I couldn't see straight when I saw Margaret's picture. And the fact that her letters are nicely stored..."

"Honey, I love hearing about Margret's New York art party adventures, so I get it. Maybe if you ask your mom nicely she'll hang the photos I took of you."

"Maybe."

"Bet your mom used to live vicariously though Margaret's letters. You said she was wild. Perhaps she'd read those letters and imagine being a stunning, young, independent bunny meeting famous and important people. I know I would've. Heck, I even daydream about being a cheerleader when the pro squads are on television. If I'd had the courage I'd have tried out for my high school squad,regret not doing it."

There's a different way of looking at. Mom may just be someone bored with day to day life who enjoys the glamorous tales of someone who's reality is very different. Now I'm concerned I overreacted. Do I apologize?

"Bet your mom would've made a great bunny. She was a knockout when she was young." Penelope smiles, clearly recalling old pictures I've shown her.

"Sweetie, you mean well but I don't want to imagine my mother like that!" I reply. But I start laughing and Penelope joins in because laughter is contagious.