That evening we looked in the newspapers.
‘What about this?’ I said. I showed my mother a job in the newspaper.
SECRETARY
for the summer months
on a small private island in Scotland.
Live with the family in a big house.
Interesting work and good pay
For the right person
Phone Greta Ross. Telephone number 071…
Well, that sounds interesting,’ said my mother. ‘I’d like to work as a secretary on an island in Scotland. It’s a beautiful country, Carol, and you can go to a college there in autumn.’
‘And it’s a place to live for the summer,’ I said. ‘Hotels are expensive.’
My mother telephoned Greta Ross.
‘Come to see me tomorrow,’ Greta Ross told her.
‘Come to the Savoy Hotel at eleven o’clock.’
