‘This is my daughter Carol,’ said my mother.
‘Hallo Carol,’ said Greta Ross.
‘Hallo,’ I said.
‘Carol is eighteen years old,’ said my mother. ‘Can she come with me, if I get the job? Perhaps she can help in the house or in the gardens. She likes gardening. She’s studying farming at college.’
‘Perhaps,’ said Greta Ross. ‘There’s a small farm on the island.’
‘I’d like to work on the farm,’ I said.