Cleo had somehow managed to sleep in (by an hour! big time for one of the many with children) and was late getting up. She cursed to herself the entire way, making sure to drop the kids off at the neighbor's before leaving (lucky to have a neighbor who can take care of your kids when you're due for inventory).
She practically flew down the highway in her shiny silver car, approaching the tavern in record time. Hair disheveled and panting, she fiddled with the lock and flung open the door.