Erehwon read the letter again, hoping it would say something different this time.
It did not.
She looked across the kitchen to her housekeeper, “Miss Drummond?”
Marta Drummond looked over from the stove. “Miss Yoshikawa, you look like you’ve been told your cat was run over by the Babbage tram.”
“Worse. At least you won’t have to deal with another Caledonian winter.”
“I don’t think this means we’re moving back to California?”
“No, but order some nice shalwar out of our petty cash. You’re now in the household of the Sultana of Mondrago.”