Olivia had hinted in the past about wanting to have a meeting of the minds, but I wasn't really expecting her to be here today. When Vivian extended her invitation, Mom included, I'd assumed this had something to do with Petunia's and the annex, or even my mother's catering business, not the election. Surely the mayor was far too late to do anything about the pending vote now. From the pinched look on the Queen of Wheat's face and how Jill seemed to squirm uncomfortably on the ...