voice. My children â theyâre at boarding school â are supposed to ring this afternoon. About their holidays. I must be home to take the call.â
âThatâs okay,â I said. âMaybe another day.â See what kind of reaction that brought.
âOh, yes, of course. Some other day will be fine.â
I didnât believe a word of it. We nodded at each other and smiled falsely.
âAnd you must come round to me. â That sounded more genuine. âLetâs plan something definite soon.â
âFine,â Arnold said.
Abruptly, Hazelâs face changed. We were negotiating a curve on the crest of a hill. She glanced out the window and shuddered.
âDonât worry,â I said. âArnold is really a very good driver.â
âIt isnât that ââ She broke off, shook her head and made a hopeless gesture indicating that it was something she could never explain. Probably a touch of acrophobia.
âYouâll have to direct me from here,â Arnold told her. âWe donât know our way yet.â
âOf course.â She recovered smoothly and began giving directions crisply. We were really quite near and had pulled up in front of her house in next to no time.
âThank you so much.â She gathered up her multitudinous bags and parcels and got out quickly.
âThink nothing of it,â Arnold said. âSee you soon.â
We were back at our place and putting our shopping away when I discovered the unfamiliar parcel. I didnât remember buying anything of that shape and I unwrapped it curiously, half-suspecting that Arnold was trying to sneak some more cheese into the house.
âOh, no!â It was a pair of kidney lamb chops, obviously destined to be someoneâs supper â Hazelâs supper. She must have dropped them getting out of the car and the kids had found them on the floor and thought they were ours.
âDonât worry about it.â Arnold took them from me and rewrapped them. âIâll run over and return them to her. It wonât take long.â
As so often before, I had plenty of time to contemplate the difference between Arnoldâs definition of time and my own. The twins had eaten and were settled in front of the upstairs television and Arnold still hadnât returned.
I was just beginning to lose my temper when the telephone rang. I flew to answer it. âYouâd better have a damned good explanation!â I snapped.
âHello?â It was a womanâs voice. âIs that you, Nancy? This is Lania. Is anything wrong?â
âOh, no,â I said. âI was just expecting Arnold. What is it?â
âI just wanted to remind you,â she said, âthat itâs your day for Mrs Thing tomorrow.â
âMrs Thing? My day?â
âYou do know, donât you? Didnât Rosemary tell you? I have Mrs Thing for two days a week and some of the other people around have her for one each. Rosemary â you â have her for one. If you want her, that is.â
âLet me get this straight ââ It sounded too good to be true. âYou mean she comes and does all the housework for me?â
âWell, perhaps not all. You have to watch her, you know. Theyâll all slack off if you give them the chance. And you pay her at the end of each day ââ She named a sum that sounded very reasonable to me. âIn cash, of course â itâs all a fiddle with these people. But so long as you make it quite clear what you want done and supervise her, you ought to be all right. If you want her.â
âOh, I want her!â There was no doubt about that. One day a week sounded like heaven â I wouldnât have to do much work myself at that rate. âThe only thing is, I wonât be here tomorrow. Weâre all going up to London with Arnold and Iâm taking the twins to the Tower and Madame Tussaudâs