Mrs. Thompson’s tone changed. “Emily, we trusted you with our children’s meals. Despite everything, I think you deserve another chance. If I were you, I’d continue and do better. It’s your opportunity to make things right.”
One of the parents called out, “Yeah, who’s going to feed our kids and pick them up from school if you quit?”
I smiled. “Your children’s lunch arrangements aren’t my concern anymore. I can’t provide a nutritious meal for $2.50. If someone else claims they can, let them try.”
My words reminded everyone that Mrs. Peterson had first mentioned the alternative lunch service.
Mrs. Thompson turned to her. “Mrs. Peterson, that new cafeteria downstairs isn’t even open yet. How do you know it’s $2.50 per meal?”
Caught off guard, Mrs. Peterson smirked. “Of course I know! My old friend from college is running it. I’ve already arranged everything for you all. $2.50 per child covers pickup, lunch, and snacks. They’ll even supervise homework if you’re running late.”
Some parents looked worried. “That’s so cheap—can the food really be safe?”
“Absolutely,” Mrs. Peterson declared, puffing up her chest. “The food quality is guaranteed because I’m the head chef. We operate on volume rather than high margins. Word-of-mouth is everything. Unlike some unofficial setups without proper food handling certificates, we’re fully licensed. Some places might look fancy, but who knows what really happens in their kitchen?”
She glanced at me smugly, as if she’d done everyone a favor.
Several parents seemed convinced and signed up immediately.
I shrugged.
I was curious to see what kind of meal they could possibly serve for $2.50.
