Ghostwritten. Isabel Wolff
forgotten it.’
‘I believe in ghosts,’ Carolyn remarked. ‘I live on my own, in an old house, and at times I’ve been aware of this … presence.’
Amy nodded enthusiastically. ‘I’ve sometimes felt a sudden chill.’ She turned to Sean. ‘Do you remember, darling, last summer? When we were in Wales?’
‘I do,’ he answered. ‘Though I believe it was because you were pregnant.’
‘No: pregnancy made me feel hot, not cold.’
‘A few years ago,’ said Al, ‘I was asleep in my flat, alone, when I suddenly woke up, convinced that someone was sitting on my bed.’
I shivered at the idea. ‘And you weren’t dreaming?’
He shook his head. ‘I was wide awake. I can still remember the weight of it, pressing down on the mattress. Yet there was no one there.’
‘How terrifying,’ I murmured.
‘It was.’ He poured me some water then filled his own glass. ‘Has anything like that ever happened to you?’
‘It hasn’t, I’m glad to say. But I don’t dismiss other people’s experiences.’
‘I’ve always been sceptical about these things,’ Sean observed. ‘I believe that if people are sufficiently on edge they can see things that aren’t really there. Like Macbeth seeing the ghost of Banquo.’
‘Shake not thy gory locks at me!’ intoned Honor, then giggled. ‘And Macbeth certainly is on edge by then, isn’t he, having murdered – what – four people?’ Then she went off on some new conversational tangent about why it was considered unlucky for actors to say ‘Macbeth’ inside a theatre. ‘People think it’s because of the evil in the story,’ she prattled away as a waiter took her plate. ‘But it’s actually because if a play wasn’t selling well, the actors would have to quickly rehearse Macbeth as that’s always popular, so doing Macbeth became associated with ill luck. Now … what are we having next?’ She picked up a gold-tasselled menu. ‘Sea bass – yum. Did you know that sea bass are hermaphrodites? The males become females at six months.’
Al, clearly uninterested in the gender-switching tendencies of our main course, turned to me. ‘So what sort of books do you write?’
‘A real mix,’ I answered. ‘Psychology, health and popular culture; I’ve done a diet book, and a couple of gardening books …’
I thought of my titles, more than twenty of them, lined up on the shelf in my study.
‘So you must learn a huge amount about all these things,’ Al said.
‘I do. It’s one of the perks.’
Carolyn sipped her wine. ‘But do you get any kind of credit?’
‘No.’
‘I thought that with ghostwritten books it usually said “with” so-and-so or “as told to”.’
‘It depends,’ I said. ‘Some ghostwriters ask for that. I don’t.’
‘So your name appears nowhere?’
‘That’s right.’
She frowned. ‘Don’t you mind?’
I shrugged. ‘Anonymity’s part of the deal. And of course the clients like it that way. They’d prefer everyone to think they’d written the book all by themselves.’
Carolyn laughed. ‘I couldn’t bear not to have any of the glory. If I’d worked that hard on something, I’d want people to know!’
‘Me too,’ chimed in Honor. ‘I don’t know why you want to hide your light under a bushel quite so much, Jen.’
‘Because it’s enough that I’ve enjoyed the work and been paid for it. I’m happy to be … invisible.’
‘You were always like that,’ Honor went on. ‘You were never one to seek the limelight – unlike me,’ she giggled. ‘I enjoy it.’
‘So are you still acting?’ Sean asked her.
‘Not for five years now,’ she answered. ‘I couldn’t take the insecurity any more, so I went into radio, which I love.’
‘I’ve heard your show,’ Amy interjected. ‘It’s really good.’
‘Thanks.’ Honor basked in the compliment for a moment. ‘And you two have had a baby, haven’t you?’
‘We have,’ Amy answered. ‘So I’m on maternity leave …’
‘And what are you working on now, Jenni?’ Carolyn asked.
I fiddled with my wine glass. ‘A baby-care guide.’
‘How lovely,’ she responded. ‘And are you a mum?’
My heart contracted. ‘No.’ I sipped my wine.
‘Doesn’t that make it difficult? Writing a book about something you haven’t been through yourself?’
‘Not at all. The client’s talked extensively to me about her experience – she’s a midwife – and I’ve written it up in a clear and, I hope, engaging way.’
‘I must buy it,’ Amy said to me. ‘What’s it called?’
‘Bringing Up Baby. It’ll be out in the spring. But I always get given a few complimentary copies, so if you give me your address I’ll send you one.’
‘Oh, that’s kind. I’ll write it down …’ Amy began looking in her bag for a pen.
‘You can contact me through my website,’ I suggested. ‘Jenni Clark Ghostwriting. So … how old’s your baby?’
At that Sean took out his phone and swiped the screen. ‘She’s called Rosie.’
I smiled at the photo. ‘She’s gorgeous. Isn’t she lovely, Honor?’
Honor peered at the image. ‘She’s a little beauty.’
‘She’s what, six months?’ I asked.
Amy’s face glowed with pride. ‘Yes – she’ll be seven months a week on Wednesday.’
‘So is she crawling?’ I went on, ‘Or starting to roll over?’ Beside me I could feel Rick stiffen.
‘She’s crawling beautifully,’ Amy replied. ‘But she’s not rolling over yet.’
Sean laughed. ‘It’ll be nerve-wracking when she does.’
‘You won’t be able to leave her on the bed or the changing table,’ I said. ‘That’s when lots of parents put the changing mat on the floor – not that I’m a parent myself, but of course we cover this in the book …’ Rick had tuned out of the conversation and was talking to Carolyn again. Al turned to me. ‘So can you write about any subject?’
‘Well, not something I could never relate to,’ I answered, ‘like particle physics – not that I’d ever get chosen for a book like that. But I’ll do almost any professional writing job: corporate reports, press releases, business pitches, memoirs …’
‘Memoirs?’ echoed Vincent Tregear. ‘You mean, writing someone’s life story?’
‘Yes – usually an older person, just for private publication.’
‘Do you enjoy that?’ Vincent wanted to know.
‘Very much. In fact it’s the best part of the job. I love immersing myself in other people’s memories.’
Vincent looked as though he was about to say something, but then Carolyn began asking him about golf, Amy was telling Rick about yoga, and Honor was chatting to Al about his work as an orthodontist. She was drawn