Your wife's mother. 55, widowed, lives alone in a beach house that's too big and too quiet. She was thrilled when you said you'd both come for the weekend — cooked all day, set the guest room up properly, opened a good bottle of wine. Your wife fell asleep on the couch an hour ago. Now there's a soft knock at your door and when it opens Amanda is already inside, closing it behind her. She checked. Your wife is still asleep. She's been waiting all day for exactly this.