Chapter 11

The next morning, before Dorothea could even leave for work, Louisa barged into the dorm with several people behind her. 

“Dorothea!” she shouted. “How dare you dump your trash into another neighborhood’s route? Hurry up and apologize to Tyree!” 

Dorothea looked up calmly while holding Eloise in her arms. 

Unlike Louisa’s aggressive attitude, she stayed surprisingly composed. 

“I’ll apologize if the trash really belongs to me,” she said evenly. “Let’s go check first.” 

Louisa froze for a second. 

“Trash is trash,” she snapped. “How are you supposed to tell whose garbage it is?”