The night before we were supposed to drive Chelsea over to the college to move into her new dorm, she snuck out of the house with Millie. I waited up until three in the morning and caught them both as they came back in. Chelsea swears up and down that she and Millie only had one drink a piece. And that they didn’t do anything wrong…just sang and danced at a little bar in town. She said the only highlight of the night was the green lady she saw watching her from the window. “Green lady?” I asked skeptically. “Yeah! She was really creepy!” Chelsea slurred then hiccuped. I raised my eyebrows. “Right. Millie your mom is the on the way. Chelsea…just go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.” One drink? Yeah right.