“In a revolution, as in a novel, the most difficult part to invent is the end.”
Recollections of Alexis de Tocqueville
Well, the sun is rising and I should, though I probably won’t, get some sleep. I needed to write about today, or rather, yesterday, immediately; not so much while it was still fresh in my mind but rather so that I could look at it all again and put it to rest.
Mary was awake and could talk to us when we all (even Robert Inks) visited with her after concluding our business with Merton; she was pleased.
We left her in Maggie’s hands while the rest of us (but not Inks) adjourned to the neighbours’ place for that pizza. Doors had been repaired, and locks changed on the assumption that spare keys may have been stolen; we hadn’t sufficient time or inclination to make a thorough search.
In case you are wondering, I am writing this longhand in my own Journal, as I most often do; thank goodness for ‘Dropbox’ as I think I had left my most recent back-up drive plugged into my laptop.
Chris was still having doubts about whether or not his stories would be published and whether Gryphon’s interest in them was purely to do with their concern that Mary would sign with them. Robert Inks was helpful; he suggested to Chris that if Gryphon’s were publishing then they had found something useful to them in one or more of his stories. It was then that Chris recalled one of his early concerns, the change of title of one story, the one that Mary had first submitted to Greeves, from ‘Let Mummy Make it Better,’ to ‘Let Mother Make it Better’. Jim Henry said yes, that was intentional, because of the link to Mother Pharmaceuticals, though he had not seen the final comments from Merton’s ‘people’ on required rewrites. Presumably these ‘people’ are the same ones who composed Shakespeare’s stories, so at least Chris might accept that he is in good company. Of course, I don’t mean that they are literally the same people; that would be an altogether different story.
Anyway, I think Chris has had enough of the literary life for a while. His final year of Law will make demands on his time and so will ‘the girlfriend’ as he has taken to describing Jules. I am betting that he won’t get away with that past Christmas.
He has agreed to a six month internship with Lockett, Marchant and Reeves in 2013 as he intends to take up my parents’ offer of an associate’s position with the firm.
Speaking of Law, I had a quiet talk to Maggie after dinner; she says that I would not be the first man to have careers in both law and medicine, so that’s something to think about isn’t it?
Jules is not too concerned with the fate of ‘Da Vinci’s Children’ in the hands of the jury of the Brisbane Film Festival; she has been approached by distributors who viewed it at the opening night screening and is already planning her next project, which may involve some travel; ‘They brought their cheque books,’ she said, ‘and where better to make a film about Henry VIII and his Act of Supremacy, than in his own back yard?’
Maggie is quietly pleased with Jim Henry’s news that he is indeed ready to ‘come in from the cold’ and retire from S.I.D. He is ready, he says, to finally live out his parents’ dream and write the great American novel that they always hoped he would; or at least, try to. They have their eye on acreage at Brookfield, just up the road.
Mary will take time to recover from the broken ribs but she is committed to working with Maggie at RBH and to the lecture tour promoting their book; she says she can’t wait to see Gryphon’s reaction when she announces the changes she has in mind for the second edition. She has also accepted places on the Boards of both St. Jude’s and Great Ormond Street hospitals that will involve ambassadorial roles for both.
Paul and Meredith Cavanagh, my parents, insist that for them it’s ‘business as usual’. They refuse to accept that any fallout from their brilliant success in the suit against Merton should concern them. I am not so sure and neither is Jim Henry.
“You know the old saying about battles and wars,” he reminded them, “and Merton is not the kind of man to let any defeat go unavenged. He is like any bully; he knows that his reputation is a vital part of his armour. He will feel that he has a point to prove to anyone else who might be encouraged to take him on and he may yet decide that your firm should pay. I can give you some contacts that might help you stay ahead of him though.”
We are all getting together again one more time tonight, for a BBQ at ‘The Jacarandas’, Angela’s ‘mansion’. Jules is excited; Brian Almighty will be there though Angela will be late; she will be reading the news tonight and telling the world about the outcome of a certain lawsuit. Incidentally, this will be her last broadcast for Channel Nine. The rumours about ‘Sixty Minutes’ were accurate but Angela has turned down the offer; apparently CNN have a vacancy for an anchor in Northern Ireland and she refuses to confirm or deny that her name is at the top of their list. Indeed.
Wait a bit.
My phone was doing its TARDIS thing again. “Hello, Bug,” I said.
“Good Morning, Doctor,” said my friend.
(of Part One?)