The doorbell rang. I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at the bedside clock. Eight-thirty.

Joe put his hands to his face and groaned. “Was that the doorbell?”

I got out of bed and went to the window. Joe’s mother and Grandmother Bella were on the front porch. They looked up at me and smiled.

Shit.

“It’s your mom and Bella,” I said. “You’d better go see what they want.”

“I can’t go,” Joe said. “My mother would fall off the porch if she saw me like this.”

I looked under the sheet. He was right. His mother would fall off the porch. “Fine!” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’ll go. But you’d better throw some cold water on yourself and come down and rescue me.”

I wrapped a robe around myself and ran a hand through my hair on the way down the stairs. I opened the door and tried my best to smile, but my mouth only partly cooperated.

“Coffee cake,” Joe’s mother said, handing me the bakery bag. “Fresh-made today. And Bella has something to tell you.” Joe’s mother elbowed Bella.

“It’s about the vision,” Bella said. “I was wrong about the dead blond wife and the babies. It wasn’t Joseph in the vision. It was Bobby Bartalucci.”

“That’s a relief,” I said. “But poor Mrs. Bartalucci.”

“I could have been wrong about the dead part, too,” Bella said. “Maybe she was just sleeping.”

I heard Morelli on the stairs behind me. Felt his hand rest on my shoulder. “Morning,” he said to his mother and grandmother.

“And one more thing,” Bella said to me. “It’s about your car. It’s going to be blown up. Kaboom. There’s going to be nothing left of it, but don’t worry, you won’t be in it. I had a vision.”

Bella and Joe’s mom drove away and Joe and I stood in the open doorway, staring at my car.

“Something to look forward to,” Joe said. And then he kissed me and took the bakery bag into the kitchen.