Maybe Fiorella could catch up on everything if new problems didn't keep arising, like the house alarm system informing her last night that the guest room window was not secure. Fio checked, of course, and found nothing amiss, but now she'll have to figure out what's wrong with the alarm system.
The grass is bright green, patches of bluebonnets are showing along the highway, and the perfume of mountain laurels is in the air. Definitely, it's spring.
What Fio lacks in brains, she makes up for in guts--or is it gall?