XIVBethan stood in nervous anticipation as the hands of the clock moved towards ten.
She’d checked the bookings screen and knew that two schools were due to visit.
Tracey, the front of house supervisor, was busy setting up the gallery boxes that the schools used in conjunction with worksheets.
“Everything okay, Tracey?” she’d asked.
“All quiet, boss, at least for now.” Tracey smiled.
“You feel comfortable up here on your own?”
Tracey smiled again. “I think if any ghosts had wanted to make themselves known, they’d have done so by now.”
The galleries, when open, resonated with the excited chatter of schoolchildren. Sometimes, regular visitors complained about it, but without them – the bread and butter of the museum service – numbers would be low and income even lower.
Bethan left Tr
