Speaking of clothes.
The third daughter of the Adler family was green with envy over Cecilia Adler's outfit. The style was something she had never seen before—so fashionable and elegant. 'If I wore that on a blind date,' she thought, 'I could definitely snag a great match.'
Her eyes darted about. "Mom," she said, "Cousin will definitely visit Aunt's grave now that she's back. Why don't we hire a shaman to perform a ritual for her? We can have the spirit medium communicate with Aunt's ghost, and then tell Cousin that Aunt wants her to honor and take care of you and Dad. Wouldn't that work?"
Theresa Sheridan's eyes lit up. "Hah! That's a brilliant idea! She won't listen to anyone else, but she'll definitely listen to her own mother. First thing tomorrow morning, I'll contact a spirit medium and arrange it."
Once the family had settled on their plan, they all went to bed. Early the next day, they set about arranging the ritual.
