Sophia had always been sharp; she knew exactly what Eleanor was implying.

She went back to her room, slipped on a comfy nightgown, and followed Eleanor upstairs.

As soon as they walked in, there was some commotion downstairs.

Sophia found herself alone in the kitchen, cutting a piece of cake. She carried it to the doorway and overheard Eleanor talking softly on the phone outside.

"You guys can't be serious. Hurry up and get a ...