Nana DDon"t. We can talk about it tomorrow. I"m pooped, and my bed is calling me.* * *
Early the next morning, my parents collected the kids at Danby Landing. They"d begged to spend the day at the Royal Chic-Shack, the expanded log cabin home I"d grown up in. My father wanted to teach Ulan how to play billiards, and Emma was holding a formal yet mysterious Halloween tea party with my mother and her best friends. They"d planned to attend Mass later in the day without me since I"d agreed to drive Nana D to church that morning. Because of her responsibilities at the opening of the Fall Festival the previous day, she couldn"t attend her regular Saturday service.
After Mass ended, Nana D tugged on the sleeve of my jacket. “Follow me to the offices. We have some questions to ask Minnie O"Malle
