off there this arvo. Gotta go, kiddo.â
Abandoned, I pressed the buzzer. Footsteps bounded down the stairs towards me and then a pint-sized blonde lady appeared. She looked like an Olympic figure skater.
âYou must be Olga,â I said. âIâm Ruby.â
I followed her into a sitting room. Olga took my handbag and reached into it for my phone, which she switched off. She handed me a robe and glass of water and showed me to one of the smaller rooms.
âIâm on quite a tight schedule,â I said. âI need to be at Treasury Place by a quarter to twelve at the latest.â Olga looked at her watch. âDa.â
âYou want me to lie down?â I asked.
âDa,â she smiled.
Another woman joined her, and as they chatted incomprehensibly, they waxed, plucked, scrubbed, washed, buffed, dried, moisturised and painted me.
In two hours, I was a new woman. My spot had vanished, my hair bounced and my legs slithered.
Back in my dress, I grabbed my things and thanked them profusely. âDa,â they said and showed me the door.
âFour Treasury Place,â I said to the cab driver.
âRighto, love, you off to something special?â
âI guess,â I said. âI have an interview of sorts.â
The driver eyed me in the mirror. âYouâll get the job for sure.â
At Treasury Place a police officer appeared to be guarding a row of white Edwardian buildings.
âPress?â he asked.
âI have an appointment with Luke Harley in the Leader of the Oppositionâs office.â
âRight, Iâll call and find someone for you. As you can appreciate, itâs pretty hectic in there at the moment.â He picked up a radio and said, âGâday, is Luke Harley there? Yeah, thereâs a lady here to see him; she reckons she has an appointment. Let me ask. Are you Ruby Stanhope?â
âYes.â
âYep, thatâs her. Iâll escort her in.â He put on his hat and stepped down from his post. âThis way please, maâam.â
I followed him down a narrow pathway to a nondescript office where a receptionist who could have auditioned for Golden Girls sat at a cluttered desk.
âRuby?â
âYes.â
âIâm Beryl. Did you get our messages?â
âNo,â I said, remembering Olga had silenced my mobile. âIâve been in appointments all morning.â
âSo have we, mate,â she said. âWeâve been trying to call you to reschedule. Things are pretty fraught in there.â She pointed towards a pair of heavy oak doors.
âBig day?â
âYou havenât seen the news?â
I didnât have the heart to tell her there was lipstick on her teeth. âI havenât had a chance to read anything this morning,â I bluffed, smoothing a wrinkle in my dress.
âThereâs been a spill,â she said.
âOil?â
âNo, mate, a spill in the government.â
âIs someoneâ¦erâ¦cleaning it up?â
She laughed. âThe PMâs been toppled by the Treasurer and the new PMâs on her way to Yarralumla.â
I longed for subtitles. âIâve just been down at the Yarra Valley,â I hesitated, âitâs a beautiful place.â
âNo sweet âartâ Yarralumla . The GGâs place. Sheâs gonna be sworn in and weâre being told sheâs calling an early election.â
I was still lost.
âHow about I put the telly on and get you a cuppa?â
âThat would be lovely.â
She turned on the antique television on her desk and swivelled it towards me, ushering me to a coffee-stained office chair. âVoila,â she said. âHow do you have yer tea?â
BREAKING NEWS: PM PATTON OUSTEDâBRENNAN TO BE SWORN IN AS PRIME MINISTER, streamed across the news ticker at the bottom of the screen. âIâm standing here on the road to the Governor-Generalâs