My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“Mrs.
Vance has been in the cafeteria since ten.
She asked the desk for decaf.
I sent the tray back.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want her walking this floor without a nurse beside her.” She tore a page from her notebook and wrote a number.
“That’s my cell.
If your brother says one word to you tonight, you call me before you answer him.”