Back at Petunia's I found Dad sitting at the counter in the kitchen, enjoying a plate of breakfast while Mom worked on feeding our guests. He looked up when I entered, bushy eyebrows raised, and didn't move or eat another mouthful while I filled him in on what I'd seen.
To my surprise, he didn't comment right away, and it wasn't until I heard a familiarly irritating voice pipe up I realized we weren't alone.
"You did inform Robert, I take it?" Rose sneered at me as she sashayed her nosy way into my private conversation with my father. Mom glared at her, the rigid way she clutched her spatula making me wonder if my normally reserved mother was planning something violent. Likely. "Or are you too busy poking your nose into other people's business?"