In this chapter, our heroine is desperately trying to find a job with the help of her friend and her friend's mother. Irene and her mother were taking inventory up to Lord Ochil's castle and hoped that he would consider her as temporary help during the upcoming fair.
Chapter 26 Catriona
“You look very nice,” Irene’s
mother said, glancing back at me in the rear view mirror.
“Thanks Mrs. Best,” I replied,
“I wore flat shoes so that Lord Ochil would know that I’m not just a useless
city girl. I wanted to wear jeans, but decided that a skirt and blouse might
make a better first impression.”
”Catriona, feel free to call me Heather. Not
you Irene, just Catriona.”
“You can’t go wrong with Royal
Blue against white,” Heather continued, alluding to my skirt and top.
“Fashionably hemmed just above
the knee,” said Irene, “I wish I had legs like yours.”
“Oh, stop it,” I said. “You’re
just making fun of me.”
Heather said, “You both look very...”
“Posh,” I said.
“Elegant,” said Irene.
“Suave,” I added.
“Refined,” threw in Irene.
“Neat and tidy,” Mrs. Best
concluded.
“That’s it?” Irene asked.
“We’re neat and tidy. Not irresistible or divine. Just neat and tidy?”
“Trust me girls, you can’t
beat neat and tidy when talking to a Lord, assuming that is, that you do get to
speak with him,” said Mrs. Best. He is a very busy man as you might expect.
Running an estate is not a job for a lazy person.”
“Doesn’t he own three such
estates in Scotland?” asked Irene.
“Indeed he does, but
Catriona’s Aunt Emily told me once that he has each of them managed by a
separate land agent and only physically checks on them every four weeks or so,”
Mrs.. Best said, as she maneuvered the van around a bend. Apparently, most of
the time he is simply in telephone contact with the agents in charge.
We rounded a corner and
without warning, the castle was in front of us, towering majestically toward
the heavens. What an imposing sight. We parked in a spot reserved for guests
and waited for the stable lads to carry Lord Ochil’s inventory inside. Agnes,
his secretary came out to greet us, hugging Mrs.. Best and shaking our hands.
“Can either of you type, or
use a computer to prepare spreadsheets?” Agnes asked in a joking sort of way.
She must have seen the puzzled look on Heather’s face.
“I’m retiring,” Agnes said.
“It’s official this time. Twice I let Lord Ochil talk me out of retirement, but
not this time. I turn sixty five the Monday after the Fair, and I will not be
coerced into staying one day after that. My husband insists that he has me to
himself from that day on.”
Agnes’ infectious smile grew ever wider as we all
congratulated her. Agnes looked younger than her years, and spoke highly of her
boss.
“I can’t let just anybody
replace me though, “ Agnes went on. “I need to know I’ve left Lord Ochil in
capable hands. I owe him that much.”
“How are your computer skills
Catriona?” Heather asked, trying her best to get the ball rolling.
“I used to teach computer
skills, but that was only for a year,” I replied.
A look of delight came over Agnes’ face. “You did?” she
inquired.
“I was a secretary for a
couple of years and took a part time job teaching computer skills at Aberdeen
University, to make ends meet when my boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend that is, lost
his job.”
“Heather,” Agnes announced,
“you and Irene can escort the stable lads to the rooms. You know, the ones we
always use to store inventory for the Fair.”
”Yes, yes, of course we do,”
Irene said, winking at Catriona. Mrs.. Best squeezed my arm, and gave me a well
disguised, thumbs up sign.
“What’s your name girl?” Agnes
asked, as she watched the pair walk away.
“Catriona, ma’am,” I replied.
“Catriona, you and I are heading straight to
my office.” she said, before grabbing my arm and dragging me off towards the
main entrance to the castle.
“I’ve got a good feeling about
you Catriona. Agnes stopped to peer into my face. Darned if you don’t remind me
of someone, but right now I’m so excited I can’t think straight.”
Once inside the castle, I was
so overwhelmed by its immensity, that I didn’t even realize that I had stopped
walking and was rooted to the spot, just staring at the huge open hall we had
just entered.
Agnes continued walking and talking, unaware that it was
to herself. She stopped, turned round and began looking around the great hall
herself, as if seeing it for the first time.
“Beautiful, isn’t it. Strange
to think that in a few weeks I’ll never gaze upon these walls again.”
“You won’t even visit?” I
asked.
“Of course I will,” she said.
“What was I thinking. I shall come here for the Fair every year. Some habits
are hard to break.”
I admit it, I was a bit scared of getting lost in this...
city was what came to mind. A city posing as a castle. Eventually Agnes
stopped, took a left through a narrow archway and opened the door at the end of
it.
“Here we are, dear,” she said
as she ushered me in, “this, is my office.” She stood in the middle of the
rather large room, spread her arms wide as if to hug all that was her domain,
and had been for the past forty plus years.
I was impressed. The castle
may have been hundreds of years old, but this office and its equipment were as
modern as its furniture. Top of the line computers, three of them no less
adorned three separate desks, each like a clone of the next.
“How many people work in
here?” I asked.
“Just me,” Agnes laughed,
“Lord Ochil never takes chances that a computer might break down and has to be
out of commission until it gets repaired. Not Lord Ochil. He has two back-up
computers, and as you can see, no need to set up another one, just switch
desks.”
“Wow,” was all I could say.
“Do me a favour Catriona.
There is a voice recorder, on the left hand side of that desk,” she pointed a
crooked finger to the desk in the middle, “with ear buds sitting next to it.”
She tapped her forehead, “I forgot to ask you dear, do you audio type?”
I smiled at Agnes, sat down and arranged the buds comfortably
in my ears, and pressed the start button. The recorder had already been in
operation and Agnes herself must have been typing out the audio report when we
arrived. A man’s rich voice started talking. My fingers flew over the keys as I
effortlessly kept up with the pace of his speech. I liked his voice from the
start and hoped that it belonged to Lord Ochil.
Agnes clapped when I burst out laughing in the middle of
a sentence. I paused the recording.
“I imagine I have to edit as I
go?” I asked Agnes.
“Catriona dear, Lord Ochil’s
choice of words can get colourful shall we say, and yes, you will indeed have
to edit as you go.”
For the next twenty minutes, Agnes puts me through my
paces, clapping excitedly as I passed all of her tests.
“That’s enough, dear, that’s
enough,” she said, hugging me as I got up out of the chair. “You are going to
be my replacement, and I was so worried that I wouldn’t be able to find one in
such a short time. You do want the job don’t you? Please say yes, Catriona.”
“Doesn’t Lord Ochil get a say
in the matter?” I asked.
“No, he doesn’t,” came back
the reply. “Say yes and you are my replacement.”
“It’s yes, then,” I said
hardly believing how fast fate had handed me this opportunity.
“Come with me,” said Agnes barely
able to hide her excitement. “We are going to see Lord Ochil this very minute.”
We wandered out the same way
we came in, but turned to the right when we got near to the main hall. As an
elderly gentleman passed us, Agnes attempted to stop him.
“Have you seen his Lordship?”
she asked.
“He’s feeding Rufus,” the man
replied, without breaking stride.
“Rufus?” I asked.
“You’re going to love Rufus,”
said Agnes as she stopped by a huge arched door and knocked.
“Come in,” said the rich voice
that had been on the audio tape.
What confronted me was almost comical. The biggest Irish
Wolfhound I had ever set eyes on, was standing on its hind legs. His massive
front paws were perched on top of the shoulders of a man with his back to us,
his large slender head looking down at his owner. It appeared to all intents
and purposes as if he was smiling at his master. When Rufus barked, the man
looked round. Rufus nonchalantly disengaged himself from the man who was indeed
Lord Ochil. The huge dog walked over to me cocking his big head to one side. I
was used to going down on one knee to pet dogs, but there was no need for that
with Rufus. I took his massive, hairy head in my hands. As I scratched behind
both ears, the huge animal groaned his appreciation.
“You’re looking at your new
secretary your Lordship,” Agnes said, without further ado. “Although I hate to
admit it, she may well be better than old Agnes, here.”
Lord Ochil smiled and extended his hand to me. I accepted
his handshake and we stood there, staring at each other. No words were
exchanged. His face looked confused for a second as he gazed at mine. His eyes
started to blink rapidly, then mist up. He raised his hand as if to touch my
face, then gently dropped it back to his side.
“She’ll do perfectly Agnes,”
he said, his voice thick with emotion. Without another word, he strode past me
and out of the room. Rufus trailed behind his master, head down sensing his
pain.
“Did I do something wrong,
Agnes?”
“Not at all child... wait here
a minute, dear, I’ll be right back.”
Agnes flew out of the room as if she was twenty and not
almost sixty five. I was at a loss. Rufus seemed to like me, that couldn’t be
all bad. Agnes spoke highly of me and yet... it looked like he wanted to... to
weep. His eyes were full. Something about me had upset him, that much was
obvious, but what?
I sat down in a huge armchair,
my head hanging dejectedly, staring at my hands in my lap. I really wanted this
job. I looked up as Agnes returned, followed by Lord Ochil.
I jumped to my feet. “I-I’m sorry, sir... if I upset
you,” I said, wringing my hands together.
“Good heavens no, child,” he
replied. “It was just the thought of losing Agnes, after all of the years that
we have spent in each other’s company. To tell you the truth, I was rather
hoping to persuade her to stay. I was successful twice before wasn’t I, Agnes?”
“Twice but not thrice your
Lordship. I’ve suffered enough for one lifetime,” she joked. “I’m going to
leave you in Catriona’s very capable hands.”
“If she meets your standards
Agnes, she must be good. Welcome aboard Catriona. It’s a pleasure to make your
acquaintance.”
Gone was the strange behavior his Lordship had exhibited
not three minutes ago. His eyes were dry, if a little red, and they were
smiling now.
“Th-Thank you, sir,” I
stammered, relieved.
Agnes nudged me gently in the ribs. “It’s my lord,” she
said under her breath.
“What’s my Lord?” I said,
confused.
Agnes smiled at me and whispered, “It’s my lord, not
sir.”
“Oh crud, ” I said, “I’m so
sorry, sir... for calling you sir... my Lord.”
Lord Ochil’s chuckle came from deep inside his chest.
“She’s perfect Agnes, as are you.”
“Thank you, my Lord,” Agnes
said, digging me in the ribs again.
I could feel his
eyes following our progress, as Agnes took me back to the main hall. Before
joining the other’s, she informed me that she wanted me to start Monday
morning, at seven a.m. sharp, as Lord Ochil was a very early riser.
“It will give me plenty of
time to bring you up to speed. There are many things you need to know as
assistant to Lord Ochil.
As we neared Irene and her
mother, they were both staring at me, eyebrows raised. I gave a brief nod and
flashed a grateful smile. Agnes said her goodbyes, and headed back into the
castle.
“We finished offloading the
stuff fifteen minutes ago Cat, so, what happened?” Irene asked, linking her arm
through mine.
I pulled away and addressed Mrs. Best in a rather
condescending voice. “You really must keep the peasants away from people of a
loftier status. The personal secretary to Lord Ochil can’t be seen fraternizing
with the local populace.”
“Aagh!” screamed Irene, “ no
way, are you kidding me?”
Irene’s mother laughed at our antics. “You must have made
one heck of an impression in what must have been less than half an hour.”
I will tell you both all about it on the way back to Aunt
Em’s,” I said, barely able to contain my excitement.
For some reason I chose not to mention his reaction to me
when he and I first shook hands. I probably misinterpreted the whole thing
anyway. He had never set eyes on me before, of that I was almost certain. No, I
have to believe that it was the imminent departure of his trusted assistant and
possible confidant that was responsible for his behavior.
As Heather’s van started to
put distance between us and the castle, I related every detail to my friend and
her mother. I even mentioned the fact that it was Agnes that gave me the job
and not Lord Ochil.
”So you never got to speak to
Lord Ochil?” asked Irene.
“Actually, I did, but only
after Agnes had given me the thumbs up,” I remarked casually.
“Really?” said Irene, her eyes
wide.
“He’s a quite wonderful man,
isn’t he?” said Heather.
“Wonderful," I agreed.
“I’m going to have to learn
how to address nobility now,” I said, to nobody in particular. “We actually had
to learn all of that at our high school, as a project. Talking about high
school, there was this one boy, Daniel, a pale scrawny youth with a crew cut
and a cheeky grin. I had a terrible crush on him, and he thought it was all
rather cute. I was built like a twig, with a short hairstyle. I think he was
three or four years older than me. The only reason we shared a classroom once a
week was because there was an end of term school dance rehearsal involving all
year groups. I remember there was one weekend, about midday, I was picking
blackberries for my mother, and Daniel came limping past me pushing his
bicycle. His bicycle tire had burst and he had fallen onto the road, taking the
skin off his hands and knees, plus a few cuts.”
“Is this a true story?”
“Irene!” said her mother,
“don’t be so quick to disbelieve everything. Carry on, Cat.”
“He looked so dejected that I
offered to help him push his bike home. He said he could manage, but I grabbed
the bike anyway. The two of us pushed it until I was close to my house. He
thanked me, even though he hardly said a word for most of the journey.”
“Doesn’t sound too friendly to
me.”
“Irene, give it a rest,
please,” Heather said.
“Just saying.”
“He wasn’t unfriendly,” I
said. “Just quiet. He knew I had a crush on him, but he never teased me about
it.”
“That’s probably because you
were the first girl who did.”
“Irene!” exclaimed Heather,
unable to keep the exasperation out of her voice.
“Just saying.”
“The day of the school dance
came and the boys and girls were paired off as dancing partners. There were
about six of us left with no partner. I felt awful. Everybody else was having
such fun. Everybody but me and a few others. I remember screwing my eyes shut.
I just wanted to slink back home and away from those who could see my
embarrassment.”
“Nobody could blame you for
that,” said Irene. Her mother sighed and chewed on her bottom lip, but chose to
say nothing.
“I had seen a couple of girls
approach Daniel and felt sure he had already picked a partner. Imagine my
surprise when I felt an unexpected tap on my shoulder. When I opened my eyes,
Daniel was smiling down at me. Would you do me the honour of being my partner,
he asked.” I paused as my throat started to tighten as I re-lived the moment.
Heather sniffed. “How sweet Catriona. I think I like this
Daniel.”
“We danced all night. When the
evening was over, little ol’ me was bold enough to kiss him quickly on the
cheek before dashing off."
“Oh, you are the reckless
one," laughed Irene. Heather couldn’t resist a giggle either.
”You didn‘t check to see how
he reacted?” asked Irene. I smiled. “Out with it McCaffery. You checked, didn‘t
you?”
”I might have stolen a
glance,” I replied.
”And?”
”I‘ve never seen such a pale
face turn so red,” I said, exploding into laughter. Heather and Irene burst out
laughing simultaneously. The mood in the van was light and cheerful as we
neared the coffee shop.
"This Daniel,” said
Irene, “does he really exist, and if he did, do you know where he is now?”
“Good heavens no,” I replied,
“but I can tell you this, when he found out that he was moving away from
Aberdeen, he wrote me a note. In it, he professed his love for me. Said he’d
never forget me, and would love me forever.”
“And to what do you attribute
that incredible show of devotion?” asked a skeptical Irene.
“He had fallen under the McCaffery spell,” I
pretended to brag as I fluttered my eyelashes.
“You are so full of it,” said
Irene.
“I still have the note,” I
said rather smugly.
“No way!” said Irene. “Oh, you
can tell some whoppers, Catriona.”
“It’s inside a Valentine’s
card he gave to me... along with a tear shaped Crystal pendant... in my room...
if you must know.”
“Don’t listen to this deranged
woman, mother. Getting this job has addled the poor girl’s brain.”
Heather looked over at me. “I believe her.”
“Thank you Mrs. Best, you are
obviously a better judge of character than your jealous daughter.”
“Jealous... jealous you think,
really? Okay, I’m jealous, but only if it’s true.”
“I’ll show you the note, and
the Valentine’s card,” I said.
“Damn right you will,” she
replied.
“Irene!” exclaimed her mother.
“Sorry mum, it slipped out,”
said Irene glancing at me and raising her eyes heavenward.
Heather’s van pulled up outside Ye Coffee Shoppe.
“Thanks once again, Mrs.
Best,” I said preparing to leave the van.
“Heather," she corrected.
“Thank you Heather."
I was quite aware that her idea to bring me along, was
what gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I stepped out of the van and
hesitated. Irene was in the process of exiting out of the other door, when I
heard her mother address her.
“And exactly where do you
think you are going?”
“Cat’s imaginary love letter,
I have to know mother, two minutes I promise.”
“Etta has been holding the
fort on her own, for well over an hour. My shop can get really busy as you well
know. We are going to relieve the poor girl, Irene.”
“Two minutes mother, please.
Two measly minutes, I’m begging you,” said Irene wiggling two of her fingers in
front of her mother’s face.”
Irene’s mother looked over at me as if requesting
permission for her daughter’s two minutes.
“I think it might take me...
three, or maybe even four minutes to locate it... if that’s okay.”
“No,” replied Mrs. Best,
“that’s not fair to Etta. Get in the van Irene, you can do this another time.”
Irene looked over at me as if I had stolen the winning
lottery ticket from her back pocket. I shrugged my shoulders and gave her one
of my very best ‘what can I do’ looks.
“What! But the note.”
“Just not enough time right
now, your mother is right, the shop and Etta come first.”
Irene just stood there with a look of total disbelief on
her face.
“Get back in the van please,
Irene,” her mother said.
“Bye,” I mouthed with a grin
on my face.
“You had better find that
letter, McCaffery. I’m coming back as soon as I finish work, you have my word
on that. I’m bringing Etta with me, as a witness. Find it before I find you.”
“Irene, get in, ” her mother
said, in a tone that would not brook disobedience.
I put my fingers to my mouth and blew her a kiss as she
stared at me from the van’s rear window. She carried on shaking her fist at me
as the van picked up speed and disappeared from view. I was still chuckling at
her antics as I entered the coffee shop. I couldn’t wait to break the news to
my Aunt.
