“Dear God, it’s worse than last year,” Shelby groaned. “When will someone manage to find a way to vaccinate for the stomach flu?”
“Sadly, it doesn’t work that way,” Miranda said.
“Please tell me we’re done with everything,” Piper begged. “I don’t want to think about how many bodily fluids I cleaned up today. I just want to go home, have a bath, and face plant straight into bed. Maybe with a brief detour for food, if Myles put on dinner.” Not that he’d been home early enough for that at any point, but surely the Universe would see fit to grant her a miracle after such a shitty day. It was only fair.
“I’m pretty sure we’ve disinfected every centimeter of the building,” Keisha replied.
“Good call on the hydrogen peroxide wipes and spray,” Miranda added. “Maybe it’ll help keep us from gett
