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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