“I’m trying to break them of swearing so much. When anyone reaches twenty tallies, they have to pay twenty bucks to the cussing jar,” says Annie, closing the notebook and setting it aside. I laugh lightly. “And why’s that?” “Because she’s a wholesome, sweet, little baby angel,” says Emily with a taunting smile. Annie sticks her tongue out at Emily. “At least one of us should make it through the pearly gates and represent for the Walkers.” Madison grins sardonically. “Pearly gates? I’m just trying to make it past the city limits of the fu—orking town.”
