Greta Ross looked at my mother. ‘How long did you live in Hong Kong, Mrs Sanders?’
‘Seven years,’ answered my mother. ‘My husband died in a plane crash last year, so we’ve come back to live in England.’
‘Where did you live before Hong Kong?’
‘We lived in India for three years.’
Then Greta Ross took my mother into a room and asked her more questions. I waited outside.
‘Greta Ross is nice,’ I thought. ‘I hope my mother gets the job.’
Soon after, the door opened and my mother came out.
She was smiling.
