Chaos in the Dining Hall

"I am glad you all love old folks as much as I do, even more so from all your comments. And I must say, it's really rare for teenagers like yourselves to sacrifice their fun weekend to help the elderly. I was really surprised but impressed when Mrs. Henry called me and informed me that some of the kids in school wanted to help out in the old house," Mr. Mike said, his eyes scanning over the group with a mix of gratitude and admiration.

"Crafty old bitch!" Anna cursed silently when Mr. Mike was speaking, her face contorted in anger.

"Did you say something?" Mr. Mike asked as he saw Anna's mouth move, his forehead creasing with concern.

"Nothing, I said nothing. I am just wondering, are you the only one taking care of all these old people? Don't you have other workers here?" Anna said, quickly improvising, her tone laced with skepticism.

"Well, this isn't a corporate work where you get paid weekly wages nor a government facility. It's a private establishment owned by myself, and I re