“I honestly don’t know what I want to do. The job seems perfect other than the location. And you’re right, I have been enjoying the concierge role. But I haven’t thought of it as something long-term, just a fun temporary role until I land a GM spot.”

“I don’t see why it has to be temporary,” her mother said. “Work doesn’t feel like work when you enjoy what you do.”

Hallie nodded. “I’ve said that before, too. Work is much less stressful and more enjoyable when it’s fun.”

“I have a lot to think about. I’ve never really considered concierge as a long-term place for me,” Andrea said.

“Well, maybe you should. I agree with the others,” her aunt chimed in.

That reminded Andrea of something she’d meant to ask her aunt.

“Aunt Vivian, you recently had a realtor in to see you at The Whitley. What was that all about?”

Her aunt smiled impishly. “I called him in to do a fair market evaluation of The Whitley, for your grandfather.”

That shocked the table into silence. Finally, Andrea spoke. “He asked you to do that? Is he seriously thinking of selling?”

“Well, no he didn’t exactly ask me to do it. But I thought I’d get the information and then share it with him in case he might want to consider selling.”

Her mother frowned. “Vivian, why on earth would you want to encourage that?”

“Well, I don’t think any of you realize what that hotel is worth. We could sell it, divide the proceeds and never have to worry about working again.” She glanced at Uncle Freddy. “Some of us could really use that money.”

“Are you having money issues again?” her mother asked.

Aunt Vivian glanced away. Uncle Freddy put his hand on hers and squeezed it. She met his gaze and then sighed.

“I may have gotten into a bit of a jam in Europe. The casinos there are fabulous.”

“That’s what we were actually arguing about,” Uncle Freddy added. He usually stayed quiet, but Andrea sensed he wanted to clear the air and let them know he wasn’t the bad guy in what happened.

“He’s right. He insisted that I stop going to the casinos and that’s when I got mad and came home.”

“Well, that makes more sense. But I thought you stopped gambling years ago?” her mother asked.

“I did. But then I sort of started again. I thought I could handle it and the casinos there are so lovely. But I know now that it’s still a problem. I found a local Gamblers Anonymous group on Nantucket and have been going regularly. I’m not even buying scratch tickets anymore.”

“But she was until I got home. I found a box of scratched off tickets in the garage,” Uncle Freddy added.

“Why do you keep the tickets?” Andrea’s mother asked.