“A week! An entire week. Seven days. A hundred and sixty-eight hours. She’ll inspect glasses for water spots. She’ll make me polish my shoes and eat all my vegetables. And there’ll be no hanky-panky. I was really hoping I could get you to marry me before she arrived, but at least you’ve pledged bad times.”
“It’s just a week,” Berry said.
“Trust me, it’ll be a
Berry didn’t think it sounded so bad. She was going to have another little old lady to chat with at the breakfast table. And Berry thought if she could hurry Jake along, they could be married before Aunt Bitsy arrived.
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