I had just closed on my beach house when my sister called and ordered me,
“I’ll be there in three hours with twenty-two people. Get the rooms ready, cook everything. We’re staying two weeks.”
I didn’t argue. My heart raced… then I smiled.
When they showed up at the gate with a long line of suitcases, my sister went pale as I said,
“Sorry, you’re at the wrong house.”
And that was the moment their nightmare really started.


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