Monday, March 24, 2008

Prompt: Trouble

Seven Months

"So Gracie has gotten herself in Trouble." I could hear the capital letter. "I suppose it was a matter of time."

I hoped the trouble wasn’t too bad. I always liked cousin Grace, even if Mother always treated her like she was round to steal the silver.

"It’ll be done with in seven months."

I gasped, nearly giving away my eavesdropping place at the top of the stairway. Even when I tried to shave Missy, our golden retriever, I was only grounded a week. I said a prayer that Aunt Martha would show mercy. Surely it couldn’t be that bad.

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