Charity stared at Miss Delaney for one good, long minute before she spoke, trying to decide where this was some trick.

(In the end, she decided it wasn't. Probably.)

"This weekend, then," she said, as if she had anything noteworthy taking place between now and then. Miss Delaney was her aunt—her guardian, really, and anything she had going on could be easily rescheduled. Still, Charity wanted time to think, time to consider.

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