Sitting upon her creaky old front porch, Gertrude Timmons rocks back and forth... back and forth... back and forth in her creaky old rocking chair, her grandchildren gathered all around her, swarming like a cloud of bees. On her knee, she has her three-year-old granddaughter Emmeline. To her left, perches fourteen-year-old James with one-year-old Timpani on his shoulders. To her right, crouches eight-year-old Kenneth with his brothers six-year-old Daniel and ten-year-old Michael crowding behind him. Janeth and Kendall and Milly and Oliver and Hank and Patrick--along with plenty more--all gather around Gertrude. They all talk at once, making for a very hard time for her.
Seventeen-year-old Peter, Gertrude's "honorary" grandson (he was the grandson of her best friend who passed away when Peter was only two),
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