Lately, Patty’s drama had thrown everything off. She still hadn’t found a chance to talk to Catherine about the whole pregnancy thing. And from the way Catherine spoke, it was obvious she was keeping the baby, no doubt about it.
Shirley noticed how distracted Catherine seemed, so she didn’t ask anything else. Instead, she ducked out of the kitchen and shot a quick update to Adelina.
Adelina replied fast. She wanted Shirley to keep a close watch and make sure to get a straight answer from Amanda about whether Catherine was pregnant or not.
“This old lady is impossible. The second I try to chat, she’s accusing me of slacking off,” Shirley complained. She’d been trying to get information since her first day, but Amanda never let her stand still. The moment Shirley looked the slightest bit free, Amanda found her something else to do. It was a miracle she’d gotten even a few words out of her.
“Keep watching,” Adelina texted back, then ended the call.
Shirley slipped her phone away, turned around, and nearly jumped out of her skin. Amanda was standing right behind her.
She flinched. “Um… Amanda.”
Amanda glared. “What’s this? Calling home to complain? Everyone else at this orphanage is a volunteer. They work for free. You’re getting paid and you’re still not happy? Didn’t you say you love kids?”
Shirley tried to laugh it off, forcing a weak smile. “Don’t get me wrong, Amanda. I really do love kids. I’m just not used to this kind of work yet.”
Amanda raised an eyebrow. “You really love them?”
Shirley held up three fingers, trying to look sincere. “I swear, I really, really like kids. Like, a lot.”
“Great. Then from today on, you’re in charge of the kids in the east wing.” Amanda shoved a pack of diapers into her arms. “They need a change. Go do that, then feed them after.”
The kids in the east wing all had serious lower body issues. They wore diapers all the time.
Shirley had never done anything like this. Her face went pale. “I’ve never done this before. What if I do it wrong?” she said, desperate.
Amanda didn’t even blink. “You’ll figure it out. Stop wasting time. Either do the job or leave.”
That shut Shirley up. She wanted to argue but the words stuck in her throat.
Could she really just walk away? Of course not.

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