My mother and I had a tacit agreement not to make eye contact during school hours. When the clip clopping of her Headteacher high heels stopped at my classroom door I looked down at my desk, suddenly absorbed in long division.
Since they took down the wrought iron and closed in the top verandah, Hobday’s has become almost invisible to strangers passing through. They might glance at the double-storied stucco building with large glass windows and be mildly curious, but that would be as far as their interest went.
When the knock came, my first thought was for the baby, only just gone down. It wasn't till I had my eye to the peephole and registered the darkness on the other side of the door that it occurred to me to wonder who on earth could be calling