Chapter Twenty-Three
Carol closed the chart. "I wish I had family to call." She glanced around the conference table at the staff members taking notes on her shift report. "Someone who cares—"
"I wish I had someone to call, too. I'd give 'em a piece of my mind." Lisha built up steam and let it power her words. "That Clarence is a pain in the a—"
"Enough, Lisha." Carol slapped her hand on the table. "We don't talk like that here. You took an oath when you completed the classes. No foul language. And more than that, you agreed to care for these residents, to honor them, and to support them."
"I didn't agree to get bossed around and cussed out to my face." Her jowls bounced as she shook her face back and forth. "I didn't agree to that." She folded her arms across her ample chest. "What's
