Theresa blinked in shock. “No, no, I didn’t give them anything like that.” But the accusations flew faster. “Maybe it was that mushroom stew you served for lunch,” one father suggested darkly. “The wrong kind of mushrooms can poison someone, you know!”
Her heart sank as the parents crowded around her, demanding answers she couldn’t provide. The children, meanwhile, looked bewildered but unharmed, seemingly having forgotten everything that happened before they collapsed.