“You might if you don’t eat it.” Flynn took her by the arm and gently pulled her up to a sitting position. “When I was fifteen, I had to figure out a cure for hangovers for my dad and his women. Dad is a happy drunk and the life of the party when he’s drinking, but he’s downright mean and hateful when he has a hangover. It didn’t take me long to figure out how to bypass the temper and oftentimes the abuse. So eat your banana, go take a shower, and I promise by the time you get finished with the coffee, you’ll be feeling a lot better.” He peeled the banana and handed it to her.

She took the first bite. “I was dreaming, and then Nanny Lucy was still in my head when I woke up. She said that she was being punished for sinning.

“I remembered coming here several years ago, and I knew better than to even try to hide my bottle of whiskey in my suitcase, so I made an excuse and went to the cellar when I needed some liquid strength to get through the visit. Since it was open, I couldn’t travel with it in my car, so I hid it.” She took several more bites. “It had been down there for years. I’m surprised she hadn’t found it and poured it all out on the ground.”

“What do you think she was talking about when she said she was sinning?” Nessa asked.

“I don’t have any idea.” April finished the last bit of the banana.

“It was just a crazy dream brought on by the storm,” Flynn said. “Now, off to the shower while Nessa and I make breakfast. We’ve got a quilt to work on, and you sure can’t do it with a hangover.”

“I’m not an alcoholic,” April said as she got to her feet. “I could have been. I like the taste, but I don’t like the aftereffects, so after I had a few mothers of all hangovers, I seldom ever drank anymore. I just want y’all to know that.”

“Why does it matter what we think?” Nessa asked.

“We’re living in this house together, all of us searching for something that’s missing in our lives. We should be honest with each other.” April shuffled out into the hallway, a hand to her forehead and groaning the whole way. “I still hate this room, even more than I hate that cellar. If I ever pull a stunt like that again, just leave me down there until I sober up.”

“Why?” Nessa asked.