Ginny
Elle was the first person I saw when I entered the kitchen and hugged her. Mom was in the dining room with Ms. Oakley who didn’t look as polished as she usually does. Her hair was a little frizzy and her nails looked chipped and one had fallen off; leaving a chewed up fingernail beneath. I noticed she kept nibbling at it as she spoke to my mom.
“Is Ms. Oakley okay?” I asked. “Mom didn’t say she was coming yesterday or anything, did she?”
“Nope,” she said shaking her head. “She just showed up. I guess she got her schedule mixed up or something, but since you and Elias are back, mom just said to stay.”
“Oh,” I said and looked the woman over again. “Is she okay? She looks a little off.”
“I think that’s what mom is trying to figure out now,” she said and peered into the room. “Lets
