Ophelia was slow this morning. Maybe it was the aftereffects of drinking with Nettie, though she really hadn’t had much so it was unlikely, but her mind was elsewhere. She burned two batches of cookies before finally coming to her senses and paying enough attention to make an ingestible dozen.

For some reason, her heart was heavy. She felt a sort of ominous feeling, a premonition almost. Something told her bad things were coming. Nonsense, she probably just ate something that ...