Closet

She arrived on the doorstep with fancy coffees (everything you really wanted: full strength, full fat, full sugar, full flavor, double quitsies no backs). "Wow," her friend said (sensing that something was up). "Do you need an alibi?" She grinned, and her smile was broad, but not warm. "There are so many skeletons in my closet that the door cannot reliably close; do you have room?" It was hard to tell if she was speaking figuratively or literally, but they were about to find out.