she's running through the house waving a letter, her sisters following into the kitchen where their mother is pitting olives and chucking them into a large bowl.
'mum i did it, i did it, i got the job.'
mum hugged her daughter, held her gently and kissed her on the forehead, 'of course you did, they made a good decision choosing you my girl.'
;i can't believe it, i'm so happy,' caroline saw the conflicted look upon her mothers face, it suddenly became real, and she added, 'mum, i'll still help with the girls and the shop, don't worry. i'm not going to leave.'
'i know my love, i know,' but it sounded unconvincing.
later when she was alone she read the letter, written on official looking a4 with a colourful red letterhead, she could see the patrons of the organisation were all quite prestigious and some were very famous personalities.


dear miss mustaff, congratulations, your application has been sucessfull and we would like to offer you a position with our sex offender treatment program. training will commence on, blah blah blah...and it was signed, lydia valenteno clinical phycologist.


she held the letter to her chest and thought back to the harrowing series of interviews. ms valenteno asked her those all those embarrassing questions and that priest sitting there martin o hare, he didn't say a word but looked slightly strange, somewhat creepy as if his presence was just to intimidate her, but that's crazy, her mind playing tricks on her. 
she smiled, her mother would have a heart attack if she knew exactly what she would be doing, best hide this letter well in case her sisters find it.