One Moment At Sunrise. Karen Aldous

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      Evie placed the bottle back in the fridge and handed her sister a glass. ‘Unfortunately, you’re probably right. It would have been better to have added something of historical interest too. I mean, I’ve been delving deeper into the canal’s history and, flicking through this, there’s lots of potential for travel articles. Maybe I should submit something.’ Evie gasped, quite stunned at herself.

      ‘Go for it.’

      ‘Oh… I think I’m dreaming,’ she said whisking her hand to her mouth and chewing her nails. Could she really? She would certainly give it some thought. Though without a computer, she doubted it.

      ‘I’m surprised you haven’t been continuing with your writing.’

      ‘I’d like to, food for thought anyway. Thanks for coming.’ She raised her glass. ‘And here’s to us and a fresh start. Cheers.’

      They chinked glasses.

      ‘Cheers.’

      The oven buzzer sounded and Evie slammed down her glass and dashed for her oven gloves.

      Cally sipped her wine. ‘Mmm, lovely, thanks. Well, perhaps that’s what you should be doing, sending out travel pieces on the area. Using those skills you got while you were at college, seems a waste not to. I’ve been thinking about re-training.’

      ‘What, give up DJ-ing?’ Evie said opening the oven door.

      ‘Well I can’t do it forever. I’ve been mixing and producing some stuff, but I don’t know. I think I should start planning a more solid future. Maybe go and teach Maths, or become an accountant. Get a real life. A bit like you and your writing; we’ve done the graft and the qualifications. What is it they say? Use it or lose it.’

      ‘The trouble is, I never really built up many contacts. I don’t know that I could start again.’

      ‘Well you’ve nothing to lose,’ Cally insisted.

      As Evie took the cake and eased it gently out of the tin onto the cooling tray, she explained to her sister her new challenge.

      ‘Actually, I’m really excited. I’ve begun doing some research for a film about Pierre-Paul Riquet, the man who built the Canal du Midi.’

      ‘Really. How fascinating. How did that come about?’

      After she told her about the accident at the bridge and the subsequent conversations with Ben, Cally looked horrified. ‘Jesus, Evie.’

      Clutching her chest, Evie had to laugh. ‘But I am alive and grateful. In fact, it has been the wake-up call I needed.’ Evie then peeled greaseproof paper off the two sponges. It really had made her re-evaluate what was important, she realised.

      ‘What a relief you are ok. Bloody hell, Evie, what would you have done if you’d been killed? Charlotte would have been without a mother. I hope you have me down as your next-of-kin. Would Seb look after her? Don’t ever think Charlotte would be alone in this world, I’ll always be there for her. Jesus, that’s given me goosebumps.’

      ‘Well, thankfully it’s passed, but thank you. It’s something I need to discuss with Seb in more detail. Being nearby, I’ve asked my neighbour Suzanne to help if there was ever any such emergency. I’m sure she would let Seb know.’

      ‘It never struck my mind before now. God, I feel awful, Evie. I never imagined anything happening to you. But, you’re right, someone would need to get in touch with him. Of course, I’d be happy to help too if he needed someone to look after her. Ooh, it’s a horrible thought. Let’s change the subject.’

      ‘Well, I could give Suzanne your number too. Anyway, one good thing that came out of it is – I got to meet this guy Ben, and he’s keen for me to do his research… and pay me! Well, if he’s happy with it. It’s right up my street.’

      ‘Evie that’s great. I’m really happy for you. You’ll be thorough, I’ve no doubt about that. So how does it all fit exactly?’

      ‘Well, I’d read that a number of peasant women had been involved in the building of the canal because of their indigenous skills – so I told him, and he has asked me to explore that side of things to make his script more interesting.’ She licked her lips, ‘I haven’t told him it will be handwritten yet, but basically, if they helped design parts of the canal, he can’t completely overlook them in the film, can he? I don’t know much about his script. Maybe he’s making it high action, you know, all the macho-type of brawls in bars or fights on the land or holding back water, I don’t know.’ Evie threw the greasy wrappings into the steel bin in the corner by the French doors. Then thinking aloud she added, ‘Actually, I could type it up in the library and print it off. It’s just a one-off.

      ‘As a short-term measure, yes, it’s a good idea. But that’s so encouraging, you really should get back to your writing. Freelance would be ideal for you.’

      ‘I don’t know. I’ve never put it to the test. Possibly, something to think about for the future. It won’t get me out and about though, will it? I would like a job where I meet new people, waitressing or something. Wow, suddenly there’s so much I need to have a think about. I was just so shocked Ben asked me to do it, and pay me. A bit short-sighted really. It didn’t occur to me to turn it down because I didn’t have a computer.’

      ‘Ask Seb for a computer.’

      ‘Maybe.’ Evie tensed. She couldn’t admit to her sister that Seb had denied her a computer when she’d asked. And she really was racing ahead. Seb would object to her working anyway, so it was best not to go off at a tangent.

      Cally appeared pensive. ‘You could have my old laptop actually. I would need to clean it up a bit, but it would be ideal for your writing. Do you have the internet here?’

      Evie shook her head. She had not thought that far ahead. ‘No. But that would be great just to be able to use it for typing and storing files. I can then transfer them on a memory stick and print them at the library or set up an email account there and send them.’

      ‘It would be far easier with the internet here. At least you wouldn’t have to race out every time you need to send stuff. And you wouldn’t need to print it. Ask Seb for the internet.’

      Like it was that easy. Evie feigned a smile and bit her lip. It would be hard to admit to any of her family the difficulties she’d had with Seb; the penny-pinching lifestyle, his meagre allowance, not to mention his restrictions. And she didn’t wish to sound ungrateful either. Wiping her forehead, Evie knew her sister would give her the I-told-you-so speech.

      ‘Seb’s not keen on me having anything more than the basics. I suppose he foots the bills. That’s another reason I need to find some work. I could really do with having a bit of extra money as well as a bit of independence.’

      ‘Really? I thought he provided everything you wanted. I mean, that man must be loaded! So, you don’t have the WAG champagne mornings or charity bashes, pamper days and all the usual millionaire lifestyle trappings?’

      ‘Blimey, no. I don’t think Seb’s that wealthy, not to that extent anyway. And I wouldn’t like that anyway.’ Evie clambered onto a stool next to her sister. The conversation was now becoming embarrassing and she knew her life would sound exactly as her sister and parents had predicted СКАЧАТЬ