“None taken.” Rose rolls through to Sphinx Pose, relishing the stretch in the small of her back. Release your buttocks. Her yoga teacher’s voice intrudes into her mind. Rose releases her buttocks. “Life is dramatic,” she says. “No matter how weird what you think up is, there are people out there actually doing it.”

“I noticed Derek got antsy when you pushed him on exactly who recommended Longwood. He sure wanted Barbara to remember the brochure,” Mel says.

“Didn’t you say your dad heard about Longwood through a brochure?” Rose asks.

“Yup. Uncle Daniel showed it to him. Because you’re my grandmother, and Dad is all about including me in adult decisions now that I’m men-stru-ating—”

Chanting, “TMI, TMI!” Royal drops his phone so he can put his fingers in his ears. Mel kicks him, and he laughs.

“So I actually read the brochure, and went to their website. Very professional. Lots of five-star reviews. Doctors and cooks got awards for things,” Mel finishes.

On her back, Rose hugs her knees tightly to her chest and rocks in tiny circles, massaging her sacrum. “The brochures are coincidental, ubiquitous, or certain recipients are targeted. If we were targeted, there has to be a person inside the target’s home, or in her circle of friends, who knows there is a demented person, and has enough clout to make a case for Longwood when the brochure arrives. In Chuck’s case, it appears Derek is that inside person.”

“So if Chuck was demented, why not put him at Longwood?” Royal asks logically.

“Maybe he wasn’t demented,” Rose says. She stretches out long and relaxed in savasana, Corpse’s Pose. “I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were,” Mel says.

“You were kind of out of it when I found you,” Royal adds.

“That’s because they were drugging me!” Why doesn’t anyone seem to get that?

“Barbara said Chuck was demented before. And I know for a fact you were demented before Dad found Longwood,” Mel says.

Rose enjoys being a corpse for a minute or two. “Because we were drugged at home, in our houses, before Longwood. Drugged by the inside person,” she suddenly realizes. “Not just Chuck; me, too.”

A long silence ticks by.

“Who do you think the inside person was in your case?” Mel’s voice is very carefully bland.

Rose quits breathing.

Flynn, Mel’s dad. He’s the one who took her to the doctors who deemed her demented. The one who chose Longwood. Flynn drove her to the front door and walked her in.