Chapter 7: What We Do For Friends
I managed to get away from the café earlier than usual. Meghan stayed behind to do general clean up. I did pretty good on tips—not bad for a Saturday on the slow side. I pulled into the drive and parked. Then checked my watch: 10:15 P.M.
I found Bernadette slouched over her laptop at the dining room table. “Hey,” she said. “You’re early?”
Earlier than what?
“Yep. It was Meghan’s turn to clean up.”
She went back to staring at her monitor.
Curious, I went over and stood behind her. “Why are you checking on rest homes?”
“Not just rest homes but the whole kit and caboodle.”
“Translation?” I leaned in closer for a better view of the screen.
“Looking at the whole range of elder care facilities. You’d be surprised how some are ranked.”
“Why are you doin
