A Gauntlet Thrown

Meena and I stepped into her office, and she closed the door, gesturing toward a chair. I sat and folded my hands in my lap. She eased into her chair behind the desk and leaned forward. "What's on your mind?"
I cleared my throat. "I need clarification on my job description. Aren't we supposed to comfort the residents?"
Meena's eyes narrowed. "Yes." She was obviously wary of where I was going with this.
"Then, why were you angry when Gabby and I were trying to calm Mabel?"
"Who said I was angry? And why did it take two of you?"
"Mabel was terrified, and her roommate came to find us."
Meena sat back as if considering. "You know we're shorthanded, don't you?"
"I'm well aware of that."
"Then, be more careful in the future that you're where you're needed most." She paused. "If you value your job, that is."
I frowned. Was she threatening me?
Meena went on. "Unless you'd rather I fire your friend, Gabby?"
Definitely a threat. "No ma'am." I needed to rethink how to handle this situation. And not to strike until I'm ready.

Taking on Meena

Gabby and I were talking to Mabel Harris when Meena came looking for us. "What are you doing?" she asked with a glare.
"Mabel had a bad dream," said Gabby.
"I wasn't talking to you," said Meena. She turned to me. "What are you frowning about?"
I steeled myself to remain calm. "Can we talk in your office?"
She pivoted on her heels and I followed. Gabby looked worried, but gave me a thumbs up for moral support. I knew she'd take good care of Mabel.

Confessions from the Old Folks' Home

I've already made a good friend at the Home, Gabby Forthright. Her name says it all. She talks a LOT, and means what she says. The Director of the place is Meena Always. She scares me. Not a nice person. Ms. Always tries to shut Gabby up by reprimanding her in front of the residents. I hope she doesn't fire Gabby. She can't help it that she has a lot to say.

Confessions from the Old Folks' Home

I was pretty sure they'd hire me at the Comfort Old Folks' Home. I'd taken care of my own parents until they went on to better things. I know we're supposed to call it Assisted Living, but the people who live there call it as they see it. What I never expected was to be drawn into the residents' lives and stories. I'd better write it all down so I won't forget.