Jenna & Brandon — Betrayal at the Port
Mrs.
Alvarez came along and inspected the windows with the seriousness of a building contractor.
“You could put the girls’ little table there,” she said, pointing beside the kitchen door.
“They’re barely walking.”
“Then you’ve got time to find the table.”
Her confidence made me smile.
At the signing appointment, Brandon appeared exhausted.
His company had completed its workplace review and given him a disciplinary warning and additional training, according to what he told me.