Madam is very nice. A little chaotic
perhaps.
Our first interview she wants to know my “philosophy about babies”.
“Keep them happy always.”
“That sounds good.”
Our second interview we meet Sir Jason for
coffee.
“So this is Naty, do you have any questions
in addition to those I have asked and provided answers to?”
“No…”
“Nothing? You might want to know if Naty
likes to sing, or her favourite colour?”
“No, I trust your judgment.”
I watched. Finally they decided they were
happy. I was cuddling the baby. There was some confusion about whether her name was Matilda or Matuda.
They hired me and we got into our groove.
The week arrived where mum started back full time. She bought breast milk bags
and front opening tops with bravado. When the day came she sobbed.
“I am so sorry. So so sorry. To be leaving
you.” She scratched across her face and tore her cheek. I met her at lunch as
requested, at Dimbulah, some esoteric Australian café. She was happy and in good
spirits when I arrived.
“Thanks Naty. I’ll see you at 12.35. Please
be prompt.” She is clutching a pile of papers and a highlighter. I could see strain in her face.
