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f I am wrong I am going to be in big soup because Anna and mom will accuse me of trying to make Papa Pat like me. They might put me under house arrest. I don't go o

They would have accused me today and also kept me under house arrest. I smiled while mother and

at anybody, but I could feel the glares and tension in the room. This lunch has been awkward and intense so far and I

If it's possible for an already deep frown to become deeper, it did, because Anna's frown is deeper. Mother faked a smile. I looked at dad and he was looking at me with a

Anna was happy again with the attention on her. She ju

e doesn't sing. Her voice sounds like a dying pig. And she definitely doesn't play the pian

ed. Mother and Anna choked on their food or drink, whatever was on the

" she said, holding her throat nervously. I do

nna looked around and looked at mom for help. But mom didn't say anything, and sh

could see a sweat running down the side of her face. She took a servi

n sing that," he said. I smiled. This man is so stubborn and doesn't give up.

my smile. Mom looks white and dad has a tiny smile on his face. He looked down and cough

! How I wonder!, what you a..

screaming or singing? I wanted to laugh so bad. My hair covered my face as I held my stomach and looked down. I laugh lowly. I hope nobody is hearing me. The biggest mistake

slumped in my seat, weak from laughing. Dad and Mr. Anderson also stopped laughing. I knew I was in big trouble later, but I was happy that I got a good laugh. I didn't bother looking at mom's face because I know she is angry at the moment, and I was feeling the ho

y daughters. Who is it

ll know, there can only be one bride, and that is Sophie. She is