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Sugar could tell when her parents were about to begin an argument. She hated those moments more than any other in her six years of life. Particularly when they argued about her.
As always, Sugar disappeared to her safe place. Running to her room, she grabbed the patchwork quilt that Grace had lovingly stitched for her while watching over Sugar’s long illnesses, ran outside and crawled into the small hidden space under the floorboards of the kitchen.
“She’s stubborn,” Phinizy yelled at Suzan. “Just like you!”
Sugar heard Grace shuffle into the kitchen.
“She ain’t ‘tubborn,” Grace said. “She’s ‘termined!”