Eleanor interrupted, “But if I bring up the words turkey baster, you'll throw me in the Finnulia River and claim a bear ate my body in the woods on a camping trip. I should've asked Nana D to come.”
“Like she can keep a secret. She might be okay with you doing this, but you know Nana D would relish the thought of explaining the entire thing to Dad.” I could imagine the props and pictures our grandmother would use to divulge the secret to our poor father. He'd die of a heart attack on the spot.
“While that might be true, please forget about that part for now. Look at these three profiles,” Eleanor said while keying a few numbers into the computer. Everything was secure and advanced at this facility. She could look up only a certain amount of details at this point in the process, but she'd
