Chapter thirteen
The next day I set out, like an aspiring sailor craving for adventures. I simply told Mrs Mc Millian that I was going to take the day off, and I answered her happy smile. The poor woman had probably considered my anxiety to return to work unnatural, and had blamed it on the shock of the terrible news I had received. I left it up to her to inform Mr Mc Laine. It wasn’t a burden for her; she assumed that he would agree to an afternoon off following my unexpected pain. He probably would be as angry as a bull in front of a red cloth, I thought mischievously. It was too bad for him. I wanted to visit the town, and since my arrival I hadn’t had the chance to do it.
I set off in good spirits, breathing in deeply the chilly and healthy air of that part of the world, surrounded b
