Geoff works sounds like heaven. He said I wonât have any problem getting a job there.â
âSounds like your mind is already made up,â I said.
She bit her lip. âI hate to leave Vandal in a lurch. Thatâs the only bad part.â
âVandal?â
âThe man who hired me for the summer. Heâs nice, if a bit of a flirt, and I hate to run off and leave them without the help they need.â She eyed me for a minute. âYou said you were going to Cornwall for a job, also?â
I made a face. âUnfortunately, yes. A friend set me up as tutor for a couple of spoiled kids with an impossible mother, and youâre not thinking what I thinkyouâre thinking, because if you are, Iâm quite likely to take you up on it.â
She laughed. âThose must be some really spoiled children.â
âYou have no idea. What exactly is the job youâre talking about?â
âGeneral dogsbody, really. Taking tickets at a summer attraction, helping with costumes, fetching and carrying, that sort of thing. It doesnât pay much, but you do get room and board, and can keep any tips that float your way.â
âHow much is âdoesnât pay much,â if you donât mind my asking?â
Her phone chirruped again, instantly drawing her attention. She read the incoming text, and smiled. âHeâs so sweet now that he realizes what an idiot heâd been to leave.â
I gave her a benevolent smile of my own. âSounds like heâs seen the error of his ways.â
âHe has.â She looked up, her expression solidifying into one of determination. âI canât miss this opportunity. Heâs absolutely right in that we only have one life, and to dally in might-have-beens is just a waste. Here, let me give you Vandalâs mobile number. Iâll text him that Iâve had a change of plans, but that Iâve found a replacement.â
âHang on,â I said, panicking when she started tapping on her phone. âMuch as Iâd like to dump my job, I canât do that without giving my employer a warning. She might be annoying, but Iâd feel like a heel if I quit without giving notice.â
Janna made a face. âThatâs terribly noble of you.â
âNot really. Iâm just a firm believer in karma and treating people how I want to be treated.â
She thought for a moment, then scribbled out aphone number onto a torn bit of envelope that she extracted from her purse. âIâm going to give you Vandalâs info anyway, just in case you canât stomach the family.â She looked up. âWhere are you going?â
âTreacher,â I said, naming a small town on the coast.
âThatâs not far at all from Bestford, just a kilometer or two.â She finished writing and handed me the paper. âVandal and company are at a big old house. Itâs supposed to be very scenic, even if the house has seen better days.â
I tucked away the paper, shaking my head a little as I did so. âIâm sure itâs charming, but like I said, I canât quit a job when the woman hiring me is expecting me to show up. But Iâll keep it in case everything goes pear-shaped.â
âYou do that.â She looked up as the train slowed as it pulled into a suburb station, and tapped quickly on her phone. âIf you donât mind, Iâll text Vandal about you. Whatâs your phone number?â
âI donât have one.â
âAh. Do you have any way to be contacted?â
I thought for a moment. âI suppose via my employer.â I gave her the name and phone number.
âExcellent.â She jumped up and grabbed her luggage, her purse, and the magazine sheâd had with her. âIâll text Vandal that youâre a possibility, but that you have to see how your other job goes first.â
âYouâre really going to Ibiza?â I asked,