We went to Scotland the next day, first by plane, then by train. Greta Ross travelled with us.
I looked out of the train window and I saw fields and villages and mountains. ‘Mum is right,’ I thought. ‘Scotland is a very beautiful place.’
‘You’re going to be my husband’s secretary,’ Greta Ross told my mother. ‘He’s a businessman, but he never leaves the island. He does all his work by telephone and letter and computer. He does all his work by telephone and letter and computer. He invests money in companies, all over the world.’
‘Do many people live on the island?’ I asked.
‘Not many,’ said Greta Ross. ‘You’ll meet them soon.’
