Thinking about his mother, Quentin found himself drawn to the window. He pushed it open and looked down, where the intense sunlight was scorching the garden and a small area outside the little house.
Jennifer Sullivan wasn't completely clueless; she kept shifting to spots where the sun hadn't yet reached. But it was clear that the entire marble floor outside the door would soon be bathed in sunlight. If she kept standing there, not only would her legs ache, but she might end up looking like a sun-dried mummy.
Quentin Tyler muttered to himself that she deserved it, but part of him was already considering letting her off the hook. Once Grandma took her afternoon nap, she’d probably forget about this whole punishment, so it wouldn’t matter how long Jennifer stood there.
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