Jane"s Tuesday shift passed as it always did, in waves of activity and gentle lulls. There were all the usual tasks to undertake; guests to look after, post to sort, bookings to make or change and telephone calls to answer with a smile in her voice. Through all this, though, somewhere Jane felt anticipation. It hovered discreetly, there all day from the moment she rose. It tried to hide in the shadow of the day"s activity but was still luminous, a glow-worm wrapped in cotton.
No-one knew of Jane"s tentative plan for the afternoon. It hadn"t yet been spoken and given life. It was still caged within Jane"s mind, which meant that it could be changed or cancelled with no query or reproach from anyone but her. Not that anyone would be interested, thought Jane, except obviously the girls. Jane
