modern living room with a bookcase, sofa, and armchairs, then a small office, and a long playroom kitted out with tables, whiteboards, play mats, sand tubs, and endless cabinets and cupboards filled with every toy under the sun.
“This is your room,” she said, opening the door to the last bedroom at the corner of the house. It was smaller than the other bedrooms, but I loved it. A single iron-posted bed with a cozy red quilt ran alongside a window overlooking the woods. A modest wardrobe at the foot of it, a chest of drawers, a bedside table, and a lamp. A door adjacent to the bed led to a bathroom with a shower cubicle, sink, and toilet.
“Perfect,” I told her, and she looked relieved. I sat down on the bed, testing out the mattress. Good and firm. Perhaps I’d have a nap, then do a spot of writing. The view from my window was exactly what I needed to get going.
“Good,” Maren said, clasping her hands. She glanced at her watch. “Would you like half an hour to freshen up?”
She seemed to pick up on the fact that I was utterly clueless as to what she meant.
“The baby’s nap ends in thirty-five minutes,” she said. “She’ll need a half hour of flash cards, then reading time, dinnertime, and songs for bed. And Gaia, too, obviously.”
“Obviously,” I said, and she smiled, satisfied that I knew what I was doing. Which of course I didn’t.
“Oh, before I forget,” she said, sliding a folded piece of paper from an invisible pocket in her skirt. “This might be helpful.”
I unfolded it. A spreadsheet mapping out each day from 6:00 a.m. until 7:30 p.m., with activities such as “slime time,” “messy play,” and “hidden music” all signaling exactly how I was to spend each hour. Slime time? Mercifully Sundays were blanked out as a “Daddy and Daughters Day!,” though I noted the asterisk at the bottom of the page: *Occasionally you will be required to work on these days.
“That’s just Coco’s schedule,” Maren said, lest I grew too comfortable with the thought of only working eighty hours a week.
“Obviously,” I said, wearing my finest rictus grin.
“As you know, Gaia is homeschooled,” she said. “Her schooling coordinates with Coco’s naps, totaling three hours a day, with the exception of her Norwegian lessons.”
“Norwegian lessons?” I said nervously. Becoming fluent enough to teach Norwegian in a few hours might be a stretch, even for someone as desperate as I was.
“I teach Gaia Norwegian,” Maren said. “The rest of the schooling lies with you. Tom favors the Montessori method. I was led to believe that wouldn’t be a problem?”
“Oh, no problem!” I said, too loudly. “Montessori is my middle name!”
“Excellent,” she said, stepping toward the bedroom door. “Well, I’ll see you in approximately twenty-eight minutes.”
“Great!” I said, giving an actual thumbs-up.
Twenty-eight minutes. I hoped with all my hoping cells that this place had broadband. I was going to have to do some serious googling. What was it called again? The Tesserati method?
“One last thing,” Maren said, stepping back inside the room. “Tom’s accountant flagged that the standing order for payment of your salary has been set up to someone called Lexi Ellis?”
I froze. My heart shot into my mouth and I tried not to look like I was going to puke. “Erm, yes,” I stammered. “It’s my . . . business name.”
“Oh. Right,” she said. “Well, so long as it’s the correct account . . . Just be sure to let us know if you don’t receive payment at the end of the month. Oh, and another thing.”
I thought I was going to black out. I watched, rigid with terror, as she pulled the door behind her in case anyone else heard. She’d found out, I knew it. She was about to yell and scream at me. You’re an imposter! A cuckoo!
I deserved it. I deserved it all.
“The basement,” she said in a low voice. “It’s a no-go area.”
“Basement?”
She nodded, then looked upset; her hands started to wring of their own accord. “It was . . . it was Aurelia’s room. Tom has insisted that we’re not to go in. So, even if you hear something down there, please remember to stay out.”
“Oh. Of course.”
“Wonderful.” She visibly exhaled away the sadness triggered by the mention of Aurelia. Then, with a finger in the air: “See you in twenty-six minutes!”