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‘That one certainly was.’
14
‘Do you think Matt and Susannah will still be able to make the wedding if we decide on Corfu?’ Freya asked.
It was the following morning and they were sat at the dining table, eating for breakfast the Chinese they had started the night before.
‘I’m sure they will and we can always pay for their flights.’
‘I’m making a list of people to invite. I’ve got Matt and Susannah and little Jo, obviously. Roger and Dionne, Emma, Yiannis and Melly, Mr and Mrs P. Then I’m kind of struggling.’ She chewed the pen she was writing with. There was no one else she could think of unless she invited her ex-boyfriend Russell or people she’d met in jail.
‘Well, you can add my Uncle Ted and my Aunt Carol. Though I don’t expect they’ll come because I haven’t seen them since my parents’ funeral. I ought to ask, though.’ He raised his head out of the script he was reading.
‘So that’s twelve. Do you think that’s enough? I mean, I know we said we wanted a small wedding but ten people and two under fours?’
At this rate, they wouldn’t need catering; they could just ask Samos to open the kebab shop and serve everyone gyros.
‘We only need two witnesses, so ten is good. And probably just enough for a game of beach volleyball after the ceremony,’ he joked.
‘I keep telling you, it isn’t that warm there in December. There might be snow. Are you reading through that same script?’ She put her pen down and jabbed at a sweet and sour ball with her fork.
‘Yeah, I’m still not sure about it. It’s not a role that’s going to stretch me.’
‘So don’t do it. What’s the point of doing something if you aren’t going to get anything out of it?’
‘They’ve offered me fifteen million.’
‘Shit! Fifteen million! That could…’
‘Go towards building another hospital. Or buying more equipment. Or helping set up another Every Day centre.’
He’d read her mind. Fifteen million for one movie was extortionate but how much good could that do for so many other people?
‘But, Nick, regardless of the money, don’t do it if it isn’t right for you.’
‘I don’t know. It’s a whole lot of money for not a lot of work.’ He sighed.
‘Money isn’t everything. No matter how wisely you spend it, or give it away.’
‘No, I know. Hey, why don’t you read the script, see what you think.’ He pushed the wad of paperwork over to her.
‘Me? Oh, I don’t know. You know I’m not really one for reading.’ She got bored halfway through a postcard.
‘No, but you are one for films. I’d value your opinion.’
‘Well OK, I’ll give it a go.’ The intercom buzzed and Freya jumped up. ‘Ooh, that’s Amos with the post.’
‘Are you expecting something important because you leapt up like your life depended on it.’
‘Not my life: our wedding. I called Sharona Owen yesterday afternoon and asked her to send me some wedding-dress catalogues.’
Sharona Owen was a well-known designer and one of her specialties was plus-size gowns.
‘Sadie Fox not getting your business then?’
‘Sadie Fox would never be able to get hold of enough material to dress me. She’s used to dressing models with stomachs as flat as ironing boards and personalities to match. Hello!’ Freya greeted, pressing the button to speak into the intercom.
‘Hello Freya, this is Brian. Are you receiving me? Over.’
