Or maybe I was.
“Well, you are a honey, but don’t tell anyone or I’ll deny it.”
“Go on,” I said. “What else have you uncovered in your private investigation?”
“Okay, so I’m guessing this is the first you’ve heard any of this.”
I nodded. “No one said anything to me. No directions or instructions, other than take so and so to activities, check on this, find that.”
She shook her head and blew out a breath, the air ruffling her bangs. “And the administrator, Ms. Andrews. Didn’t she have a talk with you?”
“Nada. Especially her.”
“Many of these places offer thorough orientations, some require people to take classes in gerontology and first aid. Things like that.”
“Well, like you said, St. Catherine’s is a small operation.”
“Mm. Getting smaller by the minute.” Bernadette paused. She flipped back and forth in her notes. “How about symptoms of abuse?”
“Nope. Tell me.”