Penny was feeling positive. Today was a big day, and she was determined to make it a successful one. After a whole year of trying to find a job as a newspaper reporter, she’d finally been offered a post at the Gazette, her local weekly.
The editor had said her shorthand and typing speeds were outstanding, and admired the small portfolio of cuttings she had amassed during her training.
She could have the job on a six-month trial basis, the editor said in her letter, providing she learned to drive. And quickly.
She felt her stomach turn over
‘Mum! I’ve got it!’ Penny had cried, rushing into the kitchen. ‘I’m going to be a journalist!’
Her mum had seized the letter, run her eyes over it and pulled Penny into a tight hug.
‘I’m meant to start in three weeks,’ Penny said. ‘That means I’m going to need to take an intensive driving course. And I know just who I’m going to ask to teach me.’
There was a good reason why Penny had chosen Louise’s
