sure who he was. âWhatâs your name?â she asked him.
âFoss,â he said. âCyrus Foss. Forgive me â Iâve got so much workââ
âThen youâre my dad!â Hayley said. âIâm Hayley Foss.â
The man had bent over his papers again, but now he put them down and stared. âHayley?â he said. âWe had a baby girl called Hayley.â
âThatâs me!â Hayley said delightedly. They stared at one another wonderingly. âWhy are you here?â Hayley asked.
âBeing punished,â her father said glumly, âfor marrying Merope. It was forbidden. I never understood why, but I knew there was some kind of prophecy. So youâre Hayley? You donât look much like your mother, but youâve grown up very pretty. Where have you been all this time? Were you being punished too?â
âIâm all right,â Hayley assured him. âI had to live with Grandpa. Heâs all right, but Grandma isnât . Canât you leave here now, so that I can live with you ?â
âNo,â said her father sadly. âIâve tried to leave overand over, but I always find myself back at this desk, whatever I do.â
âBut it looks awful !â Hayley said.
âIt is,â he said. âYou know what it feels like? It feels as if Iâm rolling a huge stone up a hill, and every time I get it nearly to the top, it rolls straight down to the bottom again.â
Hayley thought of the man she had seen crashing down the hill under the boulder. That had been her father too. This was the way the mythosphere worked. Things got harsher and stranger the further out you were in it. âOh!â she cried out. âIsnât there any way I can rescue you from here?â
Cyrus Foss smiled at her. It was a harrassed smile, but Hayley had seldom seen a nicer one. âI donât think you can,â he said. âBut maybe your mother could.â
âSo where is she?â Hayley demanded.
âSomewhere else in this hell,â he said. âSheââ
He was interrupted by an office lady carrying a neat pile of shiny plastic files. âThese are all wrong,â this lady said. ââThey all have to be done again.â She dumped the files on top of the stack already in the IN-tray. The stack was too high to take them. Every one of them slithered off sideways and fell on the floor, taking half the rest of the papers with them.
Cyrus Foss gave a moan of despair and bent down to collect them. Hayley dived down under the desk to help. Face to face down there, her father whispered, âSheâll be in a womenâs strand, somewhere much wilder than here, I think.â
âRight,â Hayley whispered back. She crawled across under the desk and stuck her head out beside the office ladyâs neat feet. âCanât you help?â she said.
âNot my job,â the lady said coldly.
âBut you made them fall down,â Hayley pointed out.
âI donât want to ladder my tights,â the lady retorted. âAnd you shouldnât be here. Youâre interrupting this prisoner in his work. Youâd better leave here before the manager finds you.â
âCow!â Hayleyâs father murmured, with his face still under the desk. He added loudly, âYes, better leave Hayley. We donât want you in trouble too.â
âAll right,â Hayley said. âSee you.â She scrambled violently out past the ladyâs neat feet, hoping she wouldladder the tights as she went, and stood up among the other desks. âIâll be back,â she told the lady. âSo watch out.â But the lady simply turned and walked away.
Hayley threaded her way between the busy desks and came to a door. She turned round there to wave to her father, but he was frantically at work again and did not look up. Hayley sighed â the kind of sigh you seem to
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