Peony Street (Rose Hill Mystery Series Book 4) by Pamela Grandstaff

of my mother,” said Hannah. “When Mom found out I was having a boy she said, ‘I’ve had enough boys; I want a pretty little girl to dress up.’ Cause you know I was not having that kind of thing when I was little.” “You were a tomboy,” Claire said. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” “Grandma Alice is up on my nerbs,” Sammy said. “Her no likes dinosaurs or even trucks.” “His vocabulary is amazing,” Claire said. “What’s cabulary?” Sammy asked. “It means you know lots of words,” Hannah said. “I gots lotsa words,” Sammy told Claire, “but no bad words.” “I have to pay him a dollar for every curse word I say in front of him,” Hannah said. Claire counted the money from the cookie tin. “At this rate he’ll be able to buy a car by the time he’s sixteen.” “I never says bad words,” he said. “Hannah says them all the day.” “Sammy likes his money and he likes a good trade,” Hannah said. “He calls you Hannah?” “Sometimes, and sometimes he calls me Mama; but he always calls Sam ‘Daddy.’” “Her’s gots ‘C’s on her necklace,” Sammy told his mother. “But her not trade them to me.” “It’s Chanel,” Claire said. “If I take the logo off how will anyone know how special it is?” “You could tells them,” Sammy said. “That’s not the point,” Claire said, and then to change the subject, “you have a mighty fine collection.” “Mighty fine,” Sammy said with pride, and then to his mother, “I hungry.” Claire offered him a spoonful of peanut butter. “Yuck,” he said. “That the dog jar.” Hannah made a face. “Why didn’t