A gangster tendency

"Peach, honey, you can't stay in your room forever!" Miss Grace said, unable to get over the fact that it was two o'clock, but her daughter was still sleeping.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Peach rolled back to look up at the ceiling. If only her mother would leave her be and let her be alone, she wouldn't have to deal with all of this!

"Peach," Miss Grace said again, a bit louder than before, "you're not sleeping! I know that!"

A frown crossed Peach's face, and finally, she got out of bed and stumbled to her room door, throwing it open, and then sighed softly at her mother who stood by the front door.

"What all did you not tell me about last night?" Miss Grace asked sternly as Peach walked back into the room.

"Mama, not now," Peach cried, flopping onto her bed and burying her face into her pillow.

"We have to do this now, Peach." Miss Grace repeated as she closed the door behind herself, moving closer to her daughter. "Why did Elijah tell Michael that you are already taken, and war