Franny met me at the front door of the small mansion when I arrived on Thanksgiving afternoon. “We need to talk before I introduce you to my parents,” she told me softly while she pulled me toward the library in the hallway next to the foyer. I saw Melvin the butler smiling slightly as we passed him on his way towards the kitchen. “Dinner will be in two hours, Miss Francis,” he announced.
“There’s some things I need to tell you about my parents,” Franny got right to the point once she had the library door closed behind us. “As you have probably noticed, my adopted parents are fairly wealthy,” she pointed out. “That’s because they are both very famous authors,” she added.
Over the next couple of minutes, Franny told me that her mother is a very famous advice column writer who is syndicate
