That was what they said, and that was why the very language school at which he had done his TEFL course offered him an actual teaching job the moment he was qualified. He was still not completely sure about his past conditional, but he was not going to point that out to anyone. ‘More people are wanting to learn English than ever before,’ said Hugh, one of the bosses. ‘We can take you on for, say, forty-two hours a week. How does that sound?’ Jack totted up the money. It sounded good. Although there was no payslip or health insurance or anything, he was soon earning more than enough to support himself, so he sent home a chunk of his savings for Rachel and the kids. He had to move to a different apartment, because the first one was kept for people doing the TEFL course. He moved by cramming everything into his backpack, going across town on the Metro, unpacking it in his new room, then repeating the manoeuvre, twice. Peter moved with him. Their new flat was big but, somehow, also poky.
