Tanka Amory usually didn't explode at his three daughters, but when they confronted him with their deed, he was furious. They had hired a Mail Order Nanny, without telling him. A live in Nanny at that. He'd been too deep into grieving over the death of his wfie to see that they were growing up under his nose and needed help with the house and their schooling. Now what was he going to do?

He'd have to fire her, give her a free plane ride home and then find someone local to come in a couple times a week to help out.

But the woman had sold her house and car, and flew all the way from Texas to Oregon. He couldn't just kick her out. And why had they picked "the Girl Next Door' type. Nannies were supposed to be either, old, fat, or ugly.