She was not aware of the cold, frosty weather and the biting wind, nor did she feel hungry, even though it was turning two. I’m on cloud nine, she thought, hurrying towards the cab she had hailed, and which had suddenly slithered to a stop close by.Once inside, she sat back against the leather seat, her thoughts on her father. All she wanted now was to get back to the hotel so that she could put in a call to him.Since today was Wednesday she knew he would be at the antique shop in New Milford; he always did his books when business was slower. She could hardly wait to tell him her news; he would be surprised, she was certain of that. She could scarcely believe it herself: that she actually had a job at Harte’s was something quite incredible to her.Once she was in her quarters at the hotel, she shrugged out of her red scarf and long black coat and put them away in the cupboard. And then, after turning on the electric fire in the small sitting room, she sat down next to it in the big easy chair.
