Chapter Sixteen
The Senior Citizen Care Centre was a two-minute walk from the Kirk School. The stone building seemed old. Greenish-purple ivy enveloped it, and in the garden, yellow, red, pink, lavender, and orange blossoms glittered under the golden sunlight, their fragrance engulfing the area.
She knocked on the red door, which held a wooden plaque with the centre’s name.
A youngish brunette with bright green eyes unbolted the door. She looked barely out of uni, and her enthusiasm rolled off her in waves.
She grinned at Aileen, her baby face framed with those soft, round curls. ‘Come on in!’
Aileen smiled and ambled up to the counter, looking around. The combination of white walls and red furniture was cosy and welcoming.
‘I shut the front door at about six. It’s dinnertime for our
