The doorbell rang at Sandy’s hair studio. Sandy had come to the studio early because she felt so nervous about today. Charlie had agreed to spend the day with her, but he wouldn’t arrive until the other kids were off to school. Sandy hadn’t been able to sleep a wink. With the hope that a little time to herself would get her ready for today, she’d packed up Rachel and left for her studio before anyone at the Castle was up. The doorbell rang again. Sandy came out of the back and saw Erin Hargreaves standing outside the door with her daughter, Grace. Sandy jogged to the door and opened it. “Oh, Sandy,” Erin said. “Thank you so much for making time for me.” “I . . .uh . . .” Sandy scowled. She was booked all day with her usual Friday clients. “I’m sorry, Erin, did we set something up?” “I thought we did,” Erin said. “Or at least Alex said we had.” “It’s no big deal,” Sandy said. “You’re always welcome. I’ll just fit you in.” “I don’t want to be too much trouble,”
