"Grrrrowl," she answered, "Momma's gotta protect her baby. What do they know?"

"Nothing it looks like, but the Momma suspects." I sighed.

Debbie seemed a bit subdued. "More chaos on the home front."

"Oh no. What now?" I asked.

"Sisters. Maybe you should talk to Karen. She's upstairs alone." She peeled my arms from around her, and gave me a push.

Sisters. What had I been thinking.

* * *

Karen was in bed, but let me in. She'd been awake, reading, it looked like. She was wearing an oversized tee, crawled back into bed, and patted the bed at her side for me to sit down.

"So you already...