"I don't care beans what people would think—not a single old red-eyed bean, not a string bean."
That was Mallie in spades. She had a stubborn streak in her that seemed to go on forever.
"Well, you can have a conniption fit for all I care. You can't come with me. And that's that!"
Mallie turned on her heel and walked toward the front door. Then she stopped. "William Battles, if you go without me, I may just never talk to you again." Then she walked into the house and slammed the door.
I was thinking that she would get over her fit of piqué eventually, when the door opened again and Mallie stood in the doorway, framed by a soft light from the hallway.
"Don't you think that I am hanging up my fiddle about this matter. Don't you think that for one minute. I don't often come out at the lit
