Mom recovered first, spinning on me with her spatula held out like a weapon. "You bring Olivia Walker here," she snarled, jabbing at the floor with her utensil, "to me. Right now."

And I thought her sweet tone was scary. I scrambled to my feet and hurried toward the door, but I didn't have to drag Olivia to see Mom. She came in all on her own, though I doubted she had any idea the crap storm she was about to face.

If anything, she seemed distracted and took our ...