I was still thinking when I entered the foyer of Petunia's to find Dad waiting for me, hunched over the keyboard of my computer. The perfect person to have this conversation with. But the moment I set foot in the entry, Dad leaped to his feet and grabbed for his coat, eyes sparkling.

"Glad you're back," he said. "Feel like going out again?"

"And leave who to watch Petunia's?" I unhooked my pug from her harness, startled to find Mom emerging from the kitchen ...