Happy but still a little anxious and unsure of her luck, she immediately
went to the office and asked to see Mr Doddle to positively clarify the letters
authenticity. It was a valid offer so she instantly accepted to begin part -
time employment and wanted to begin as soon as possible. She was told it
involved kitchen and waitressing type duties, and being enraptured to do any
paid task she beamed a smile in gratitude. At this stage of her life she would
have been happy to do anything, including cleaning toilets. It was a refreshing
change and quickly turned melancholic perceptions into a sense of achievement;
a step in the right direction towards a more favourable and happy life. She
went home and organised treats and a nice dinner and sat waiting patiently for
her husband’s homecoming after his daily laborious assault of job-hunting. He
returned a little later than usual and somewhat drained from the effort. The
lights were out and it was all quiet, he sensed something amiss, as he turned
on the light she scared the crap out of him with a yell, a big hug and a
lasting kiss on the cheek;
“Guess what, guess what?”
“You scared the shit out of
me. What?” With a bottle of beer in hand she cried merrily;
“I got a job, I got a job.”
He questioned with great attention.
“Where?”
“The canteen, the ‘Hostel’
canteen,” she exclaimed.
“Bloody fantastic,” roared
Ted full of glee. She was again in tears with exuberance for the triumphant
result of her efforts.
Once commencing employment proper her self-belief took aboard a new
outlook; a belonging. She expanded her thoughts towards the potential of what
can be achieved in the future as to what remained in England, and
gradually grew to enjoy her work and the people involved. This induced a
distinct desire to make Australia her permanent residence, and in Ted it
manifested a much welcomed and renewed optimism towards a more fulfilling life.
While Rene worked and Ted continued searching for work they succeeded by great
efforts to press-gang Don into ‘pre - school’. The school was situated in the
cul-de-sac near the canteen and adjacent to the bus stop, this was very handy
because she could see the other two safely on the bus and drop Don off on the
way to work. Don recalls being fenced in against his will; imprisoned. And he
remembered each day when his mother kissed him goodbye and walked away without
as much as a glance in deliberation. He did not understand why he was being
treated with such neglect, but later became aware of the reasons why she did
not look back with care; it was because of her maternal qualities. She did not
want to reveal the heartrending tears caused by her feelings of abandonment and
guilt for leaving him in such an unruly state; most mothers’ shed a tear when
confronted with similar situations like their child’s first day at school.
Because of Don’s effrontery in expectation of going everywhere with his mother,
his daily screaming and crying burdened her with distress and made the act of
waving intolerable, she found it much easier to just keep walking with her eyes
directed forward. She later told him how each day she would not stop weeping
until her place of work was in sight, then she had no choice but to ‘put on a
brave face’ and focus on daily obligations. I guess all kids are none the wiser
for their egotistical whims at an early age. But any later discovery of his
past actions had no bearing on the actual moment because the truth was he
despised pre-school and created havoc with his tantrums and vociferous
objections. People labelled him a conceited spoilt brat and said he deserved a
good hiding; perhaps they were right.
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