Just a Girl and Her Books Gives MoaG 4 Platypires

My father looked like he might hit her. Instead, he took a deep breath and balled his hands into fists, squeezing so hard that his knuckles turned white. He slowly counted to ten, nodding his head. “Okay, but just this once. If it happens again, Georgie, you’ll get double the swats. Is that understood?”