“Prove it.”

Then Opal stepped onto the porch carrying the cordless house phone.

“Rebecca, I believe this visitor was leaving.”

Monica turned, surprised to find herself addressed as an unwelcome guest rather than someone entitled to command the household.

“I’m her sister.”

“Then you should know better than to throw money at her feet.”

Monica laughed and glanced toward the house.

“You don’t know who you’ve hired.”