I noticed with surprise that her feet were bare. Rings twinkled on several of her toes.
"Hi there," she said to me. "So you’re Dina’s best friend ever. She’s been going on and on and on about you, of what a wonderful person you are. An undiscovered diamond, I think she said."
I blushed. "I’m sure she exaggerated."
"Oh no, I didn’t," Dina said. "I told her exactly what you’re like." She looked her sister up and down. "I see you changed as soon as Mum and Dad were out of the house."
"Of course I did," Betty replied. "The moment they were far enough that they wouldn’t come back." She saw me glancing at her feet. "Except for those. I never wear shoes except in the depths of winter." She laughed. "Barefoot Betty, my mother calls me. Bee Bee. Come on, let’s get to the car."
It was the first time in years that I’d been in the country, so I paid little attention to the two sisters talking as we drove to the farm. Betty was behind the wheel while Dina and I shared the back seat at first, but Dina kept leaning over the seat to talk to her sister and Betty kept looking back over her shoulder to reply, so finally I suggested that Dina move up front before we had an accident. After that there was less wild swerving over the road.
We arrived at the farm just about dusk, and I have not much memory of the first evening. It wasn’t a farm with livestock – except for a couple of huge and friendly dogs who rushed out to greet us and slobbered all over Dina, and finally condescended to sniff and wag at me – so there wasn’t any feeding to be done. Betty conjured up a supper of which I only remember that it was as substantial as it was tasty, then we dropped, exhausted, into bed, and I was asleep as though someone had clicked a switch and turned off my light.
The next morning, I woke late, and stumbled off looking for the bathroom. Instead I managed to wander into the kitchen. Betty, robed and with some kind of cloth wrapped around her head, was already there, and greeted me with a grin. "Hey there, sleepyhead. Your friend is still snoring her head off. Care for some tea?"
I despise tea, but didn’t want to say so, so I had to accept a mug. After that I was directed to the bathroom, and when I had finished and made my way back to the kitchen, Dina was there too, looking disgustingly awake and fresh.
"So what are you planning to do today?" Betty asked, when we had obeyed orders to swallow the omelettes and toast and sausages she had made. "Going to show Juliana around the farm?"
"We’ll do whatever you aren’t doing," Dina replied. "As you know perfectly well, I’m sure."
"Well, not today," Betty said, laughing. "Tomorrow, maybe."
I hadn’t the faintest idea what that was about, and asked Dina when we were out of the kitchen. "She means her boyfriend might be coming round tomorrow," she said, grinning. "And she won’t want us hanging around while she fucks him, that’s all. Let’s get changed and I’ll show you around the farm, just like she said."
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