First of all she had made each child come up to the blackboard to write their name, age and class. Next she had decided she wanted one brightly painted feature wall, where the children could display their artwork. She wondered what talent she might discover. She had also decided the schoolroom needed a small upright piano, so there could be singing. She rather fancied forming a junior choir. She wasnât a highly accomplished pianist, like Pip, but she had some talent, and had managed to gain an Associate Diploma by the time she left school.
By three oâclock, the end of the dayâthough it was two oâclock for the two little four-year-olds, who took a nap anywayâshe was bursting with ideas. The children had not only to be taught, they had to be entertained. Music, the universal language, would be a good start. She didnât need Haddo to supply the pianoâthough she had better talk to him about it firstâshe could buy it herself and have it trucked out.
âI didnât know I was such an idiot!â Chrissy said, folding her skinny arms over her head. âEven Charlie knows some of his tables. And that little kid, Leila, writes better than I do. Just look at her name and mine.â Chrissy, a virtual orphan, who had regularly been beaten up at her various homes, pointed to the board.
âSome of the best-educated people in the country have terrible writing,â Tori laughingly pointed out. âThereâs no such thing as a copybook, like in the olden days. You should see Pipâs writing. Itâs beautiful. Haddo has a good hand. And mineâs not too bad.â
âItâs beautiful!â Chrissy said strongly. âAnd youâre so smart! The kids really enjoyed their lessons. The way you put things and explain. I did too.â
Toriâs tender heart broke a little. âDonât worry, youâll catch up to where you want to be in no time, Chrissy,â she promised. âAll you have to do is want to.â
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In the time she had been on Mallarinka Chrissy had been protected and cushioned by the kindness of the householdâTori, Philippa, Haddo, motherly Kate in the kitchen, with whom she got on extremely wellâand had an uncomplicated friendship with the house girls Kate had trained so well. But now, within days of the arrival of Haddoâs sister Kerriâtall, bone-thin, very glamorous, unhappy and because of it on the caustic sideâand her friend Marcyâby way of contrast, a short, very pretty brunette, carrying a few extra pounds, but shapely with itâthe atmosphere took on an abrupt sea change. Marcy, who was remarkably skittish around Haddo, was given to passing snappy, loud comments when he wasnât around, and Chrissy was the butt of many of Marcyâs wisecracks. Sometimes they were funny, but they had a core of ridicule that came perilously close to insult.
Tori came in for her share too. The only difference being that Tori had no difficulty firing off a quick retort, while Chrissy couldnât handle repartee, and she had no confidence whatever around âposhâ women like Kerri and Marcyâthe social elite. As far as Chrissy was concerned they came under the label of ârich bitchesâ. Women who had never had to fend for themselves and were way out of touch with what Tori sardonically called âthe lower ordersâ. And the first and last time Marcy had smilingly interrogated Chrissy about what had happened to her front toothâfeigning fascinationâTori had told her if she didnât ease off Chrissy she might be missing a front tooth herself.
âOh, sorryâsorry, Victoria!â Marcy, dressed in a white linen shirt and matching trousers, performed an exaggerated salaam. âYouâre such a firecracker, arenât you? Youâve done so many wild things since you were a kidâand your friend, Chrissy!â She rolled her eyes. âYou found her in a
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