Feeling the need for another shot of caffeine, she popped a single serve cup into the shiny modern brewer the owners had thoughtfully placed in the kitchen and pressed Brew.

"What kind of funny thing?" Grace asked. "You haven't been there twenty-four hours. Are you in trouble already?"

"Yes. No." She raked her fingers through her hair. "I don't know."

"Well, spill it, sister. Give me all the deets."

Choosing her words carefully, she explained about the ...