Please Me, Daddy
Grace
Eleanor stared at me for a long moment, her eyes scanning my face. Then, without warning, she burst into soft laughter. She covered her mouth, shoulders shaking slightly as she tried to contain herself.
I frowned immediately and turned toward her. “Eleanor, I’m serious,” I said, my voice low and strained.
She smiled at me, still clearly entertained. “I know you’re serious, I can tell. Whenever you’re serious, you get this frustrated little crease between your eyebrows. So relax, Grace. Nothing is wrong.”