Chapter 9
Phillip stood up and pushed back his chair. “What is it? Is everything all right?”
“Elise just hurt herself chasing the kids. I’ve had one of the other volunteers take her to the ER,” Ms. Stockbridge said.
“Is she going to be okay?”
“She’ll be fine. I think she just sprained her ankle, but we can’t take any chances,” Ms. Stockbridge said. “Now we have a problem. As you know, she was supposed to prepare dinner for the kids.”
That was true. Elise was effectively the resident cook. Phillip had joined the kids a couple of times for dinner at the director’s request. “I can make alternate arrangements for their meal,” he said.
The director gave him a faint smile. “Thanks for the offer, but there’s really no need. The kids want to turn it into a vacation and eat peanut butter and
