'The Undomestic Goddess' by Sophie Kinsella From the author of 'Shopaholic,' Samantha Sweeting walks out of her London office, gets on a train and ends up in the middle of nowhere.
Author:Sophie Kinsella
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2017-02-06T16:00:00+00:00
The next morning I give myself a pep talk. Enough with the obsessing over Demeter. So she’s my ex-boss—so what? I’ve focused on her enough. Time to move on.
Except the trouble with Demeter is, she monopolizes your attention, whatever you do. She’s just that kind of person. By nine-thirty, Biddy and I are already frazzled by her breakfast demands. Almond milk…hotter coffee…Is there any cornbread?…Could my egg be five and a half minutes exactly, please?
Now the children have finally made it to the breakfast table and I’m eyeing them up as they eat. It’s weird: They looked so perfect and charming from a distance. But close up, I’m really not impressed. Coco has a permanently sulky frown, and Hal keeps winding her up.
They’re both pretty demanding too, like their mother. They ask for Nutella (not available) and pancakes (not available), and then Coco says, “Don’t you do fresh smoothies?” in a really rude way that makes me want to shake her.
As I go round refreshing water glasses, Demeter is scrolling down her phone and she suddenly flinches.
“Oh God.” She stares at the screen. “What? No.” She scrolls up, then down again. “What?”
“What’s up?” asks James, and even I feel curious. Demeter looks properly panicky, the way she did in the lift that time. It must be another of her epic screwups.
“Something at work. This…this makes no sense.” She peers at her phone, yet again. “I need to call Adrian.”
Firmly, I dampen my curiosity. I am not going to focus on Demeter anymore. I’m going to check up on the other glampers. I head outside, and Susie greets me with a smile.
“Hello!” I say. “How are you doing? Just to let you know, I’m not sure we will be able to fit in any more Vedari sessions this week.” I make a regretful face. “Maybe another time.”
“Oh.” Susie’s face falls. “It did sound so energizing.”
“But how was the willow-weaving?” I try to steer her off the subject.
“It was good! Yes. It was fun. I mean—” Susie breaks off. She’s tense, I suddenly detect. Something’s up.
“What?” I say in concern. “Is anything wrong?”
“No! It’s just…well.” She clears her throat. “I did feel that some other participants slightly monopolized the teacher—” She breaks off abruptly as another mum, Cleo, approaches us.
Cleo comes from Hampstead and is more earthy than Susie. She’s in a drifty dress and wearing an amethyst pendant on a leather thong, her feet incongruously stuffed in desert boots.
“Good morning, Cleo!” I say, trying to ignore the fact that Susie is glaring at Cleo quite openly.
“We’ve just been cooking eggs and dandelion leaves for breakfast on our fire pit,” Cleo says in her husky voice. “Sprinkled with sumac. Delicious.”
“We had Biddy’s breakfast in the farmhouse,” counters Susie. “Absolutely scrumptious.”
“And the willow-weaving yesterday!” exclaims Cleo, as though she’s not remotely interested in Susie’s breakfast. “I made three baskets. It was marvelous.”
“Marvelous for the people who swiped all the best willow,” mutters Susie under her breath.
“Oh, and Susie.” Cleo turns to her. “I do hope Hamish didn’t disturb you with his violin practice this morning.
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