Wanda Petronski was the quiet girl who sat in the corner. The daughter of with a hard-to-say Polish name, she lived up on Boggins Heights, where the families of the town made do with very little. Wanda's wardrobe was : a single faded blue dress, but always clean, which she wore day after day. She was by nature, keeping herself at the back of the room, until the morning she suddenly announced that she had a hundred dresses at home.