The Next Morning at the Family Beauty Spa

Beauty lay back on the recliner, a cold glass of fruit juice in hand and cucumber slices over her eyes.

Beside her, Shelley sighed contentedly, head tilted toward the ceiling.

“This,” she whispered, “is exactly what we needed. This is what I expected when you said, ‘Let’s visit home.’ This is the life.”

“Mmm,” Beauty agreed, feeling herself almost melt into the cushions.

But it was ...