thereâs a studio nearby thatââ
âDarling, itâs all part of the service. We have a lot of old crocks like you who dictate their books. We know what needs to be doneâwe have a standard drill. Anyway, weâll charge you the earth. Now, when weâve done that, your very good little womanâ bound to be a woman, I presume? And cheap as dirtâcan collect them and begin the work of transcribing. And when you have a new tape readyâno, a new chapter readyâshe can bring it in, then collect it when itâs been duplicated.â
âYouâre going to an awful lot of trouble, Clare.â
âDarling, you havenât written a book in seven years, and youâve only been with Tuckett and Mancini for ten. We canât live off little pieces you write about your first book for the Author or celebrity paragraphs on your favorite city for the New York Times. Youâve got to throw us a bit of meat now and then.â
âDonât pull the line that you only keep me on out of charity, Clare. Youâll do very nicely out of reprints and film rights.â
âAfter a great deal of spadework and a lot of hard bargaining. Anyway, all Iâm saying is a real book to sell and promote will be a nice change. I have no intention of letting you be murdered.â
âThatâs comforting to hear. Though Iâve no intention of letting myself be murdered either. You donât just give up because your eightieth year is just around the corner. Iâm not going to lie down and die.â
âIâm sure youâre not, darling. Knowing you youâve got a Kalashnikov stored behind your front door. Now, get me those tapes and Iâll be on my way.â
When Clare was on her way, with the tapes stuffed into her handbag, Bettina luxuriated in the pleasant feeling of being looked after. Of course Clare was protecting her investment, but she felt sure that real liking was involved too. If the memoirs she was not writing proved to be a good commercial proposition then Clare would be well rewarded for years of support, tender loving care, and sheer cheering up. It was nonsense to see Clare as a person who was battening on her except in the obvious and accepted professional way. Meanwhile there was the wearisome and worrisome matter of the will. Bettina made some coffee and prepared to come to some decisions.
Clare turned out to have some unexpected business that afternoon, so she sent a secretary from the agency whom she knew Bettina was fond of to take her to the solicitorsâ. She arrived at a quarter to three, and by then Bettina had made up her mind. Twenty minutes later she was spelling out the terms of her very simple new will to the agencyâs lawyer: equal legacies of £5,000 to her brother, Oliver, to Sylvia Easton, Hughie Naismyth, Peter Seddon, and Katie Jackson. The rest, and all future royalties from her books, she left to the National Portrait Gallery. It was the place in London where she felt happiest.
That settled (for the moment, and until she got a better idea), she got herself prepared, materially and mentally, for the arrival of her brother and her daughter. The last time Ollie had come to Britain he and Judy had done the flight in one. That was in 1977, and though they had left Mark and their daughter with Judyâs parents, they had been exhausted for days after their arrival. After a week in London they had flown on to their real destination, Los Angeles, to visit Judyâs brother. By Ollieâs account at the time they had arrived there all but dead, and the foul air had made sure that they hardly made any recovery during their two weeks there. This time Oliver had scheduled a stopover in Singapore. Bettina was informed of their intentions by a very casual Mark.
âThey get to Heathrow at seven in the morning, Auntie Betty. Dad reckons theyâll both need eight or ten hoursâ shut-eye, which at their age is
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