The regular cycle of check-ins and check-outs never seemed to get easier, no matter how many mornings I faced behind the sideboard counter of Petunia's foyer, a smile plastered on my face and staff hurrying behind me with food from the kitchen and Mom's capable hands to the dining room while Daisy handled the annex and the phone rang and my text line blew up all while I did my best not to lose my mind and go completely psycho.

The endless line of tourists passing through ...