The
stopwatch was ready and Pearl gave Ruby a countdown.
“Three!
Two! One! Switch on!”
Betty
held the record for that floor. She'd managed one end of the
corridor to the other in four minutes 30 seconds flat. Lena
downstairs had a broken foot so Betty moved down a level and left
Pearl and Ruby to take the top floor between them.
Outside
the sky was turning from black to deep blue. Street lights were
popping off one-by-one. Pearl watched Ruby carefully, walking beside
her shouting encouragement like an athletics coach. Hairs, fluff or
paper would mean disqualification and time trials would be put off
for another day. This was Ruby's one chance.
The
motor roared, its pitch raising and falling as it worked, sucking
closely. A cyclone of dust whirled and grew with each step. Pearl
bit her lip as she realized there were still three office-lengths to
go. The clear bin was clacking with small bits of grit and the
contents almost at max level.
Ruby
looked straight ahead, pushing her machine back and forth, back and
forth. She reached the far wall, worked along the skirting then
shouted “Stop the clock.”
Pearl
took her glasses from her pinny pocket and put them on. She glanced
at the stopwatch, then shook her head, just a little. She wouldn't
meet Ruby's eyes. Ruby touched her arm. “Come on, tell us. How
did I do?”
Pearl
swallowed. “You took 12 seconds off her record. You beat Betty.
She's held the record for this corridor for years.”
“Do
I have to tell her? Could we just keep it between us two? I never
thought I'd do it and I bet you didn't either,” said Ruby.
“We
probably should keep it between us. Remember when that Becky beat
her previous record? She told Mr Hopkins and he said why didn't we
all work that quick. She might do that again and this wouldn't be
such a good place to work.”
“Tell
you what then.” Ruby unplugged the vaccum and wheeled it back to
the cleaners' cupboard. “Let's have a cuppa to make up the time
and we can say we're taking longer because Betty's down there instead
of Lena.”
Pearl
slipped the stopwatch back into her pocket and went to fill the
kettle.
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