An Unlikely Caretaker

Cora.

Hangovers were a menace, and I hated having to experience them. I shut my eyes tight as the rays of the sun assaulted them, streaking in from the window as Vera threw the drapes open. My head was aching. It felt like a band was having a live concert in there. How much did I end up drinking at the club to get such a bad hangover?

“Wakeup, Mrs Mancini,” Vera let out in a singsong voice. “You s