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Recruiting fresh young meat

... the recorder and put it into her computer for a little judicious editing whilst she phoned Joyce Shenton who certainly owed Kalin the odd favor.

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The manila envelope was sitting on the mat waiting for Isabel as she came down the stairs of her small, rented house. She picked it up and looked at the back and sure enough the return address was to the Hillingdon Foundation. With great effort she resisted the urge to rip it open even though it was addressed not to her but to Miss J Wearing.

Isabel busied herself in her kitchen setting the table for breakfast and placed the still unopened letter in the place that Jane usually sat in and waited for her to come down. "Hi mom." Jane said and accompanied it with her habitual peck on Isabel's cheek.

"Morning, sweetheart." Isabel said flipping another pancake on the griddle, trying not to watch Jane as she saw the envelope. Jane sat down slowly and fingered the brown envelope as if trying to discern its contents merely by touch.

The tension was almost too much for Isabel who said a little too sharply. "Aren't you going to open it? It won't bite."

"You do it." Jane said holding out the missive to her mother. "Please." she added.

Isabel loved her daughter so much it would break her heart if she hadn't got the scholarship, there was no way, even if Isabel did get extra work from Kalin that she would be able to meet the twenty thousand a ...

... year fees, let alone the cost of the costumes for practice and shows the students were expected to provide.

With shaking, flour spattered fingers, Isabel took the letter from her daughter almost as if she did expect it to grow teeth and savage her. With a show of bravado and a smile for Jane, Isabel opened the envelope and removed the white sheet it contained. She had not read beyond the 'Dear Miss Wearing, we are sorry to inform you... than the blood drained from Isabel's face despite the pounding her heart was doing.

"Well, Mom. What's it say?" Jane asked eagerly anticipating the celebration dinner Isabel had promised her.

Without looking at Jane Isabel folded the letter and said, "They've put off the decision for a week, apparently the chairman is ill or something." She slipped the letter into the pocket of her slacks and passed a plate of pancakes to Jane. "Don't worry, honey." Isabel said as she tried to hold back the tears she could feel welling up behind her eyes. "Only another week then we'll know."

Jane looked sad but not devastated as Isabel knew she would be if she knew the truth. Jane had spent every spare hour when she wasn't at school or more lately helping her mom with some function or other, dancing or training or both. It couldn't all come to nothing just because some snotty nosed high society type didn't like her address or something. Her only hope now was Kalin and even though she hated having to do it she knew she would ask for her help, 'she did ...