Pansy, Millie, Daphne, and Tracey thought that they were ready for whatever came their way. All four had traveled the world over with stops in places like Bangladesh, Sydney, Rio de Janeiro, and New York. The problem was soon realized that all those locations had one thing in common. All of them had their parents guiding them around. Here, they were nominally on their own. Sure, Mrs. Granger was no farther than five feet at the most, but still; it was exciting going somewhere without listening to their mothers complain or disparage one thing or another that didn’t meet their expectations or hide their childrens’ eyes from whatever display they didn’t approve of (which was often.)