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Recruiting fresh young meat

... towards the door and smile as she stood. "Jane, how sweet of you to join us." Kalin said, her smile warm and welcoming as she looked at the cute blonde, Jane was no taller than Susi, but even dressed in her white top, knee length pink skirt and trainers, she had the grace and poise of a dancer.

Isabel spun around to check that Jane had not heard what she was saying and assumed from her relaxed appearance that she hadn't.

Jane approached the two women, her ponytail bobbing to either side as she walked. Kalin held out her hands towards Jane, who was a little non-plused, but took the hands in hers and smiled. "Thank you, Mrs. van de Sar. You have a lovely home."

"Well aren't you just the sweetest thing ever." Kalin said as she continued to hold Jane's hands looking up and down her petite frame that Kalin at five ten, even without her heels, towered over. Kalin finally released Jane's hands and sat once more on the sofa, patting the seat beside her in invitation.

Jane shot a querying glance at Isabel who nodded almost imperceptibly and Jane sat, smoothing her skirt as she sat demurely, knees together, her back ramrod straight as she perched on the edge of the seat her hands resting on her knees.

"Bella tells me you are going to be a ballet dancer, honey." Kalin gushed,

Jane smiled at Kalin's use of the diminutive for her mom but said. "I hope to be, yes. I've won a place at Madame St Croix's starting this fall." Her face dimmed a little from its customary ...

... brightness as she added. "Well I am if we get the scholarship."

"Oh I'm sure you will, honey." Kalin reassured, patting Jane gently on the knee. "I mean, who could be more deserving than a sweet girl like you, Where have you applied for the scholarship?"

Isabel shifted uneasily, uncomfortable at discussing family business with someone else, especially Kalin van de Sar, and she certainly didn't like the way Kalin left her hand on her daughters knee.

"Well first we went to the local education board, but apparently they see ballet as elitist and don't give grants on principle, so now we've applied to the Hillingdon Foundation, their board meet tomorrow so I should find out in a couple of days." Jane explained in far more detail than Isabel was happy with.

"The Hillingdon Foundation?" Kalin mused, before finally shaking her head, and, making a mental note to phone Joyce Shenton, the Foundation's chairperson, as soon as Isabel left, she lied. "I'm sorry I haven't heard of it."

"Anyway." Isabel interrupted. "About this party you want us to cater for?"

"Ah yes the party." Kalin said, accepting the change of subject with equanimity and finally removing her hand from Jane, but not before giving her knee a small squeeze of encouragement. "I'm having a few friends over on the 24th, I'm not certain of the numbers yet, probably between 30 and 40 but I can let you know nearer the time." Isabel picked up a pad from her folder and started scribbling.

"It's nothing too formal, ...