‘I’ll pop in to see you before the matinee,’ Jess told her, as her sister prepared to leave the flat that morning. ‘Just to see how you’re getting on.’ ‘Thanks, but there’s no need for that. I have done some waiting on before, you know.’ ‘Oh, sure, but first days are difficult, eh? And I could show you round and introduce you to folk.’ ‘Honestly, Jess, anyone’d think you were in charge!’ ‘That’s Jess for you,’ Addie put in, nodding sagely as she buttoned up her heavy winter coat. ‘She’ll end up running something or other, mark my words. Marguerite, good luck, pet. Not that you need it, eh? You’re another that knows what she’s doing. Why’ve I got such clever daughters?’ ‘Because you’re clever yourself, Ma,’ Jess responded. ‘Look out for me, Marguerite – and take care on the black ice.’ ‘Oh, stop your fussing!’ her sister cried, laughing, though a little irritated. ‘It’s no great thing, is it? Starting work at the Princes.’ ‘It was for me,’ said Jess.
