Page 80 of Mirrors of the Past

‘What?’ She looked genuinely horrified. ‘You’re going? You’re leaving Cornwall?’

He nodded briefly. ‘Yes. I think so. I mean — if I get it.’

‘Have you been interviewed?’ Her voice was almost a whisper.

‘Not yet. But I’ve been shortlisted, so an interview is coming. I should know what’s happening soon with it all, anyway. Whether I’ve got it and stuff. Like, before Christmas.’

‘Oh,’ was all she said. ‘I see.’ Then she dropped her gaze, picked up her phone again and scrolled idly. ‘Oh.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Well, if you need any help for the interview, I’m happy to help. God knows I’ve had plenty of interviews myself over the years.’ Then she looked up at him and smiled, and it seemed genuine. ‘Not that I’m trying to get rid of you. But I know how much you loved it up there. I’m sure you know what you’re doing and it’s an amazing opportunity for you.’

‘Yeah. It is,’ he said. And smiled back at her. ‘I might take you up on that offer.’

‘Fab.’

‘Great.’

Silence.

There wasn’t really much else to say.

But, actually, he wasn’t really sure of anything anymore.

Not after today.