How did my desperate strategy end up here?

All Savannah Murphy signed up for was babysitting her brood of nieces and nephews for the day. She didn't plan on all-out war breaking loose at naptime, and she certainly wasn't prepared to deliver cards to the one person on the church's shut-in list who couldn't possibly appreciate them. But can Anson forgive her awful blunder? Or will the slip have farther reaching consequences than either of them anticipate?

A short story