Christine was so vibrant, and it was sad to think that she might be moulded by the expectations of others, including her mother. To be condemned to the technical high school rather than the grammar school with its opportunities for meeting and marrying someone middle class - as if that was all there was ahead of her. But of course back in 1959, that was what life was supposedly all about for girls.
Meanwhile I noted this passage about her self-assigned tasks in the shop:
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Christine liked to do the locking up. At the age of ten and a half she knew, for perhaps the last time in her life, exactly how everything should be done.
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It made me smile at her current self-confidence, while feeling sad about her impending self-doubt as she matured.