Chapter 2Next Friday, Tara and her mum cornered Cindi as she came out of the bathroom wearing her apron. They loomed with cloudy expressions suggesting something was up. Tara rushed forward and gathered Cindi into a massive hug that could easily have propelled them up Mount Everest and onwards to the sun.
Tara’s mum—the boss—started with an apology, which made no sense at all. “I’m so sorry. Whatever was I thinking? All the time you’ve worked here and not once have I asked if you want climbing lessons. Free, of course. I never thought.”
After two years as their employee, Cindi knew well how Tara’s family were given to enthusiastic displays of one kind or another. She’d learned to smile and carry on with her work and not worry. “Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly! I’m really lucky to have this j
