Ever since Grandpappy's funeral, Beryl can't catch her breath. Literally. When she discovers an indiscretion more personal than his dangerous hobby, Beryl gets Carl, an interior designer, and Mole, her wealthy best friend, to help her find out what really killed her last, close relative. They follow the path of Grandpappy's last trip to a place and people unlike any they've known. There, two ancient, wise women interpret Beryl's dreams and her health to discover much more than who killed Grandpappy. "We all want to belong, Beryl. . . . Even when we say we don't, we do. The funny thing I've learned in my long years is that until we belong in our own skins, we can't feel like we are a part of any other group, family, or whatever." (p 195 Beryl's Breath)