“All right,” said Ant. “I’m going to ask you some questions. Just answer them naturally. But try to be interesting. If you can.”
Jane took a deep breath.
“How did it feel when you heard your book was going to be made into a movie?” Ant asked.
“Of course it was very exciting,” Jane said. “It’s always a pleasure when your work is exposed to a wider audi—”
“Cut,” Ant said, putting the camera down.
“What’s wrong?” asked Jane.
“It’s boring,” Ant said. “I told you, be interesting.”
Jane nodded. “Interesting,” she repeated. “I see.” She paused for a moment. “How would I do that?” she asked.
Ant sighed. “This is exactly why writers should never be interviewed,” he said, looking at Shelby. He turned back to Jane. “Let’s try something else,” he said, lifting the camera and pointing it at Jane. “Did you ever think a book you wrote would be made into a movie?”
Jane resisted the almost overwhelming urge to tell him that her books had been made into
She noticed Shelby suppressing a smile, but Ant seemed pleased with the answer. “Tell me something about your writing process,” he said. “Do you have any interesting ways to inspire yourself?”
“I drink quite heavily,” Jane said pleasantly. “I find that my best ideas come when I have to focus on the computer screen to keep the room from spinning. Also, I write in the nude. Oh, except for the earrings. I wear a pair given to me by the king of Norway.”
Shelby let out a short laugh, which she cut off when Ant glared at her. “Do you mind?” he said.
“Sorry,” said Shelby. She looked at Jane and bit her lip. “Sorry,” she said again, her eyes twinkling.
“It might also interest people to know that I write precisely seven hundred and thirteen words every day,” Jane said.
“Hold on,” Ant said. “I’m not shooting.” He hit the record button on the camera. “Say that again.”
“I write precisely seven hundred and thirteen words a day,” Jane repeated.
“So how long does it take you to write a whole book, then?”
“Oh, at least a month or two,” said Jane, maintaining a serious tone. “Longer if there are more than two characters. It gets a bit confusing once there are three. But I use dolls to act out the scenes. That helps.”
“Kind of like a movie,” said Ant. “Have you ever wanted to write a screenplay?”
“Heavens, no,” Jane answered. “I’m not nearly clever enough for that. I can only manage novels.”
Ant set the camera down. “That’s better,” he told Jane.
“Do you think so?” Jane asked. “I tried my best.”
“It’s your first time,” said Ant. “You’ll get the hang of it. Now I want to get some footage of you writing.”
“But I’m not drunk,” Jane protested.
“Or nude,” Shelby added.
“Precisely,” said Jane. “Perhaps if you give me half an hour?”
“We’ll do it later,” said Ant. “Maybe we can shoot some scenes at the bookstore. You know, with customers and whatever.”
“Whatever indeed,” Jane said.
Ant set the video camera down. “Shelby, pack this stuff up,” he said. “I’m going to have a smoke.”
When Ant was safely out of the room Shelby looked at Jane and the two of them burst into laughter. “Is he really that stupid?” Jane asked the young woman.
“Hard to believe, isn’t it?” Shelby answered. “Do you know what the duct tape is for?”
“I was wondering about that,” said Jane.
“It’s so he knows which buttons to push on the camera,” Shelby explained. “He draws little arrows pointing to the ones he needs to use.”
Jane laughed.
“Sometimes I’m amazed he can put his pants on without killing himself,” Shelby said. “You handled him really well.”
“I suppose,” said Jane. “But I’m afraid my answers are completely inappropriate.”
Shelby folded up one of the light stands. “Don’t worry about it,” she told Jane. “You and I can reshoot it all later.”
“Really?” Jane said. “You can do that?”
“I always do,” the girl told her. “Ant hasn’t shot a usable interview yet.”
“Then why go through all this?” Jane asked.
“There’s one thing Ant
Jane laughed. “I see. So why do you work for him?”
“He’s my brother,” Shelby said.
“Oh,” Jane said. “I’m sorry.”
Shelby laughed, and Jane realized what she had said. She also recalled calling Ant stupid. “I didn’t mean —”
“It’s all right,” Shelby assured her. “I know what you meant. And he is stupid. But I’ve been covering up his messes since we were kids. I guess I’m just used to it.”
“But don’t you want to get credit for the work you do?” She thought about the centuries she’d spent not being able to take credit for her novels, and felt herself becoming angry for the young woman.
Shelby shrugged. “I like doing it,” she said. “But I don’t speak bullshit. Having Ant do that part kind of makes up for everything else.”
Ant poked his head through the door. “What’s taking so long?” he snapped.
Shelby ignored him and looked around the room. “I think that’s everything,” she said. “I’ll just take this stuff to the van and we can go.” She picked up one of the heavy bags and walked to the door. Her brother barely stepped aside as she left the house.
“Let me help you with this,” Jane said, reaching for a bag and following after the girl. As she passed Ant she shot him a withering look, which he didn’t notice because he was busy looking at something on his iPhone.
“Shel!” he yelled, his brow knitting up in confusion. “How do I make a call on this thing?”
Chapter 5
“Austen A Go-Go?”
Jane looked at the pink flyer that one of the twins had just handed her.
“What is it?” Ant asked, pointing the video camera in Jane’s face before she could answer. “Is it something bad?”
Jane, who was reading the rest of the flyer, ignored him. A sick feeling was blooming in her stomach,