Since her four-month-old son was born, Juliet hasn't slept for more than fifteen minutes at a stretch. (Has she given birth to some sort of mutant vampire? She's beginning to wonder.) It's been ages since she took her 3-year-old daughter to the park (just one more reason why she's a front-runner for the Worst Mother of the Year Award). Her workaholic husband is spending way too much time with his perky, oh-so-pretty producing partner. (Juliet is sure her own post-pregnancy pounds are at least partly to blame.) She's started answering the door topless (don't even ask). And now her son's babysitter--a beautiful young Hasidic woman--has vanished.
Juliet can't help wondering if Fraydle was fleeing something even scarier than her screaming, squalling charge. Like her upcoming arranged marriage, maybe? It's certainly possible. Especially since Juliet saw her furtively chatting with a non-Hasidic man shortly before she disappeared. Or perhaps something more sinister has occurred. Why else would Fraydle's family be so reluctant to call in the police? To find out the truth, Juliet, with her overtired kids in tow, will have to travel from her havoc-filled home in Los Angeles to a Hasidic enclave in Brooklyn. In search of answers. In pursuit of justice. And in desperate need of a big, long, nap.
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