You hear footsteps on the stairs
It is. Drat!
"Maria McConnell, I...Mr. Anderson? Nurse Johnson? Rosa, Bridget,
Larken, what on earth is afoot here?" Ms. Fishburn yells.
"We were...that is..." stammers Bridget.
"Um...uh...we were sort of..." Rosa adds.
"The five of you, get downstairs right now! I'll deal with you
later," Ms. Fishburn hisses ominously.
Your visitors leave, and Ms. Fishburn proceeds to yell her head off at
you. You don't catch everything she says, but one is that Mr. Anderson
and Nurse Johnson are both to be fired. You don't let her see your
fear, but you certainly feel it. You need a plan, and
fast!
Everyone in the room freezes, including you. Could it possibly be...
