To the Andersons and the children?” Cora asked. Miss Lucy was sure that could be arranged. The family was fond of her, she said. “Did I do a bad job?” Cora thought she had made a fine adjustment to the more delicate rhythms of domestic work. She ran her thumb across the pads of her fingers. They were so soft now. “You did a splendid job, Bessie,” Miss Lucy said. “That’s why when this new placement came up, we thought of you. It was my idea and Miss Handler seconded it. The museum needs a special kind of girl,” she said, “and not many of the residents have adapted as well as you have. You should take it as a compliment.” Cora was reassured but lingered in the doorway. “Anything else, Bessie?” Miss Lucy asked, squaring her papers. Two days after the incident at the social, Cora was still troubled. She asked after the screaming woman. Miss Lucy nodded in sympathy. “You’re referring to Gertrude,” she said. “I know it was upsetting. She’s fine. They’re keeping her in bed for a few days until she’s herself again.”
What do You think about The Underground Railroad (2016)?
