As planned, today marked Georgia's first official day as a steward-in-training. Even though she barely caught a few hours of sleep after tackling mountains of laundry the night before, she forced herself up before dawn. No complaints—keeping busy was the only thing keeping her sane.
By six sharp, she found Evelyn in the supply room. "Good morning, boss… ma'am… chief?" Georgia greeted with an awkward grin, scratching her head sheepishly.
Evelyn chuckled, clearly amused. "Just call me Evelyn. All the titles are just for show. I'd rather be friends than stiff coworkers," she said with a playful wink.
Georgia's smile relaxed. "Okay, Evelyn, it is. But can I ask a favor?"
Evelyn paused, setting down a box of supplies and giving Georgia her full attention. "Fire away."
"Could you, uh… give me a lot of things to do?" Georgia asked, her voice softening. "I want to stay busy—keep my mind from wandering to places it shouldn't. I keep thinking about my niece. About… everything."
