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Phinizy grabbed the gravy boat, throwing it at Sugar across the Sunday dinner table. Sugar dodged left in time. Everyone froze, except for Grace, who grabbed a towel and started cleaning up the wall.
“No daughter of mine is moving to China to be a missionary,” Phinizy yelled as Sugar settled back into her chair.
“I am 23 years old and I can do and go wherever I want to and you can’t stop me. Not this time. This time, I’m going and I’m not coming back,” Sugar said, just as she and Grace had rehearsed it – so many times.