Chapter 8
Olive looked around for her mom’s blue hatchback and then remembered she should look for her dad’s black sedan instead. When she saw Aunt Barb’s white compact, she realized something was wrong.
“Hey Olive,” Aunt Barb looked and sounded exasperated. “Get in, we need to go pick up James and Zoe. Can you tell me how to get there?”
“Sure. Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, but your dad has the flu now too. I was just over at your house. Chicken soup is on the stove, but as soon as I drop you off I have to go. I’m way behind on work. A new job came in through my Virtual Assistant email this morning, but your mom called, and well, you know. Now I need to get started because I need to be finished by Wednesday.”
“Someday you need explain what a Virtual Assistant is. I know, not today, bu
