Today at the Birch Street Nursing Home, there was a phone number at the top of my list of chores. The head nurse wrote that in case of emergency, I am to always call her, not the police or hospital. At one point in the day, I thought I would have to call, when Mr. Oliveras tripped over a fire extinguisher on his way to the bathroom. But after two of my special cupcakes, he was feeling better.
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