eavesdropping.
âMerry Christmas, Hugo,â Madeleine was saying, like it was the funniest thing in the world, and then she disconnected.
âHugo?â Abigail raised her eyebrows. âSignificant other I should know about, dear sister?â
Madeleine scoffed. âMy only significant other is my iPhone. Hugo is a colleague and a friend. He rang to wish me a good Christmas. I think he must have had a few drinks.â
âHe sounds like my type of guy,â Abigail said, peeling her lurid orange gloves off and retrieving a blue pair. Those orange ones stank of something she didnât want to think about.
âHeâs engaged,â Madeleine informed her with a smug smile. âNot that you should care, since you are apparently coupled-off.â
âI didnât say I wanted to marry the guy. I was just making conversation. Must be a good friend if he rings you all the way over here.â
âHe is.â Madeleine smiled in the manner of a dreamy schoolgirl. Abigail bit her tongue on asking if the guyâs fiancée liked him making over-the-ocean phone calls to another woman.
âAnyway.â Madeleine snapped out of her trance-like state and picked a clipboard up off the trolley. âWeâve got three more rooms to go,â she said, glancing down at the chart that listed rooms that were currently occupied and needed a freshen up and those that were being vacated today and needed the full overhaul.
âHow about I take one room, you take another and weâll share the third?â Abigail suggested.
âSounds good to me.â Madeleine shoved her mobile phone into the back pocket of her shorts, turned on her heels and headed towards room 19. In turn Abigail grabbed the cleaning equipment she required and took room 11.
The two sisters worked hard for another hour, scrubbing toilets, emptying bins, putting sheets in the massive commercial washing machine and making beds until all the rooms were ready for their guests.
âIâm utterly exhausted,â Abigail moaned when they were finished, feeling as if she could fall atop her bed and sleep for a month.
âMe too.â Madeleine nodded and then glanced at her phone. âBut itâs almost time to collect Aunt Mags. Do you want to come with me?â
Abigail smiled at the thought of flamboyant Aunt Mags, who held court in a retirement village when she wasnât flitting to some far corner of the earth. âHmm, letâs see, a toss up between a trip to Port Augusta to pick up Mags or being bossed around by Lucinda to help make Christmas lunch?â She grinned. âGive me five minutes to get changed.â
Madeleine adored Aunt Magsâall the sisters didâand so sheâd been more than happy to volunteer to collect her. And, like Abigail, she reckoned being well out the way of Lucindaâs Christmas lunch preparations was a smart idea.
At almost ten years older than Dad, Aunt Mags was still very independent and capable, but her eyesight had deteriorated dramatically in the last few years. Last year after sheâd had her driverâs licence taken away, sheâd surprised everyone by announcing that she was moving out of her tiny cottage and into an âentertainment centreâ (her wordsâshe didnât like the word âretirementâ) that had recently opened in Port Augusta. Meadow Brook itself was too small for such a development, so many of Aunt Magsâs friends had chosen to make the move as well. Apparently it was quite a social hubâwith events on almost every day of the week to keep the old folks amused. Indoor bowls, scrapbooking, card games, Bogan Bingo, you name it!
âYou should put your name down,â Aunt Mags had told Mum and Dad when sheâd first announced her decision.
âOver my dead body,â had been Dadâs response, with a few more colourful words interspersed in between. Or so Mum had told Madeleine later on
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