Paige lingered over her coffee. Jay had eaten early with Bryan, then Jay went out to take care of his business. Grandpa had drifted into the kitchen later. He’d had some cereal before assuming his position in front of the television for the morning news. Paige knew she should check in with her boss. There was a midweek conference at the hotel for two hundred science and math teachers. Somehow she couldn’t build up the energy to worry about the meeting. The teachers would surely behave themselves. Mr. Armstrong knew how to reach her if they didn’t. Picking up Grandpa’s dirty cereal bowl, she went to the sink to rinse it and put it in the dishwasher along with her coffee mug. She turned on the water. All she got was a hiss of air. “Well, that’s strange.” She’d had plenty of water when she brushed her teeth. What in the world... She checked the bathroom off the mudroom. No water there, either.
