I left Meira in Sassy's care, heading back to my own room. I was almost there when my cell phone rang. Now what? I almost ignored it, sure it was Alison pulling one of her drama queen moments, but sighed and checked it anyway.
Not Alison. Angela, her mother. A poke of panic jabbed me as I answered.
"Syd," the woman's voice was breathless, panicked. "I need your help. She won't listen to me."
"What's going on?" I was already heading out my bedroom door, not caring how I was dressed, pounding my way down the stairs as Angela sobbed once.
"She's drunk," she whispered. I could hear someone yelling in the background, the sound of shattering glass. "I can't make her stop. Please, Syd, she'll listen to you, I know it."
"I'm on my way." I hung up, already behind the wheel, tossing the cell phone onto the passenger seat as I fired up Minnie's engine and squealed out of my driveway.