Gran nodded to herself. “Good, good. And birth control?” Quinn balked. “What?” Gran shot her a look and waggled her gnarled eyebrows. “I may be a church-going woman, but I’m neither blind nor senile. Girls are going to get into trouble, and there won’t be a thing I can say to stop it. So—” Quinn sputtered, her face hot. “I’m not—!” “I’ve seen how that Marshall boy looks at you. Figure it won’t be too long before you notice and start looking back.”
