“Thank you, Mr Becket, I’m delighted.”
“I’m also very happy, miss. I expect you on June 7th at eight o’clock. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team and work out a summer schedule with you.”
“That’s perfect.”
“So, see you in three weeks.”
“Goodbye, Mr Becket.”
As I hung up, the front door opened for Elgin on his way home from college.
“I got it, I got it!” I cried.
“What did you get?”
“The job I wanted! I went to the interview this morning; you know in the tea room where we had a drink. Mr Becket has just called me back; the position is mine!”
“Oh.”
I looked at him for a moment. His lack of enthusiasm left me speechless.
He wrinkled his nose and kissed me on the forehead.
“You don’t need to do that, Scarlett,” he said, pulling me into the living room. “I can help
