“Carol?” AnnaBeth inquires, holding a filing box.
“What can I do for you?”
“Do you understand Donna’s filing system?”
“Sorta,” Carol sounds hesitant, “She was secretive about it.”
“This is the index of the boxes in the basement and a list of where they need to go. Everything has to be sorted through before we leave,” AnnaBeth, with a perky smile, thrusts the box onto Carol.
“I’ll get right on it,” Carol acknowledges, barely hiding her annoyance with the task.
AnnaBeth just smiles brighter—no sign that she cares that Carol will spend the remaining months stuck in the basement.