October
Jada Ellington
lived in a cottage with her parents at Woodside, which was the largest of the
five farms on the island covering the whole of the southeast corner, a large
wedge-shaped parcel of land bordered by Halfway Lane to the north, Spanish
River and Eagles Crag in the west and the rugged coastline from Manor Cliff
Beach to Armada Head to the east.
Jada was
17-year-old, and she was on a
first date with local boy Mihael Cahill.
They had been
to the pictures in St Pierre followed by drinks at the Sword and Shield and
they the last bus back towards the village and then they had a long walk up to
the farm from the bus stop and she was quite anxious as she had a 2am curfew
and she was going to miss it, only by minutes but as far as her father was
concerned, a miss was a miss.
“I’m in so much
trouble” she said
“Why?” he asked
“I’m late
obviously” she retorted, and he stopped and turned to face her
“But you’re
not” he said
“I am, look”
she said and showed him her watch
“Don’t you know
what day it is?”
“It’s Sunday
now” she replied
“Yes, it’s the
third Sunday in October” he said, “And do you know why that’s significant?”
“No” she
replied resignedly
“It’s when
British Summer Time ends”
“How does that
help?”
“Because it
means that you’re not late, you’re early” he replied and showed her his phone
“So, we don’t
need to hurry?” she asked
“No, we don’t”
“Oh goody” she
retorted and kissed him
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