The bedroom door was flung open with such force the dents in the wall increased.

"Was it you who ordered Chasens to stop lacing my morning coffee with brandy?"

"Excuse me? Leave us, Mrs. Ferret."

"Yes. Ma'am."

Splendor dismissed her rapidly shrinking scalp as quickly as she did the curtseying Mrs. Ferret. Not twenty-four hours in the place and already, if they were laid end to end on paper, the complaints would fill the building. The moaning would ...