Greta Ross said, ‘Please wait here for a minute, Mrs Sanders. I want to make a phone call. ‘She went back into the room, and closed the door.
I was sitting on a chair near the door, and I could just hear Greta Ross’s voice speaking on the phone.
‘I think I’ve found someone,’ she was asking. ‘She has a daughter, but the girl can work in the garden or on the farm… Don’t worry, they’ve been away from England for ten years… I’ll be all right, I tell you… Don’t worry.’
After a few minutes, Greta Ross put down the phone and came out of the room.
‘You’ve got the job,’ she told my mother.
My mother was pleased. ‘Thank you,’ she replied.
I was pleased, too, but now I was worried about that phone call. I didn’t understand it.
