‘What happened to Mr Ross’s last secretary?’ asked my mother.
‘She’s in hospital,’ replied Mrs Duncan. ‘She’s going to be away all summer.’
‘Isn’t Mrs Ross lonely here?’ I said.
‘No,’ said Mrs Duncan. ‘She likes paining a lot. She has a room upstairs and goes there to paint. She’s very good. Sometimes she goes to different places on the island to paint pictures.’
We finished eating our meal. Soon after, Greta Ross came into the kitchen.
‘Mr Ross wants to see you and your daughter now, Mrs Sanders,’ she said. ‘Follow me, please.’
