Back at Petunia's I found Dad sitting at the counter in the kitchen, enjoying a plate of breakfast while Mom worked on feeding our guests. He looked up when I entered, bushy eyebrows raised, and didn't move or eat another mouthful while I filled him in on what I'd seen.

To my surprise, he didn't comment right away, and it wasn't until I heard a familiarly irritating voice pipe up I realized we weren't alone.

"You did inform Robert, I take it?" Rose sneered at me ...