Sal moves one arm to support Celeste where she's hanging, now sound asleep, and she lifts her tea mug to her mouth. "Well, you should raise your kids better," she says with a slight smile. "So what's this call about?"

There was something about being here in the Valley that Sal didn't like. The appearance of wide-yet-confined spaces reminds her too much of the past.

So she'd rather be here, hear or do whatever she needed, and then leave.