Val Brown Family Connections

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abandoned her pursuit of the perfect tan for much more pleasurable activities.
Maybe it was her self imposed sheltered upbringing or maybe it was simply her reserved British nature but the poet did remember having slightly
reservations about such an intimate act in a rather an open place - however brief it had been. It was Randa who had brought out Denise's exhibitionist
side in the first place, giving her the confidence, for instance, to sun bathe sans clothes. However her feelings for Randa and the desire to express them
whenever or wherever was never something she felt she needed to hide.
Carl began fanning his face with the leather bound menu. "Gosh, DJ, no more talking about naked tanning sessions, I'm only human for crying out loud!
Lets move the subject away from bare bodies okay?" Studying Denise his features suddenly sobered. "There is something I need to discuss with you.
Now this may be nothing and I may well be jumping in the deep end here but I need to tell you this."
Denise sat forward in her chair as she said, "You're not exactly calming my already edgy nerves here, Carl. You better elaborate before I start expecting
the worst."
Nodding, the editor pushed his glass of wine to the corner of the table and placed down his menu. "Okay. Well as you know we've sent copies of the new
anthology out to a selected group of media representatives who will be present at the launch tomorrow. We sent advance copies to two broadsheet
newspapers, a couple of literary magazines and the book review programme 'The Open Book'." Carl frowned and placed his folded hands upon the table.
"It seems to have sparked a lot of rumours and while none pertain to surmising your actual identity, probably because they will discover this, a lot has still
been said. The trouble is that I think somebody from our firm might have actually leaked a few extra details that we were leaving for the launch."
"What details?" DJ asked confused and feeling slightly alarmed.
"Pertaining to the fact that you will be announcing the forthcoming release of a novel dedicated and based upon the life of your aunt, Sara Jennings."
Denise frowned. "But it isn't. It's just a fictionalised light hearted story based on aspects of her life with a parody of Sara as the main character."
"I know, but you know how rumours are, DJ."
"Okay." Licking her index finger Denise placed it back upon the rim of the empty glass and started moving it around the fine edge. "So what's the
problem? I mean all of this will be sorted out tomorrow. What is concerning you so?" The poet was beginning to think that maybe Carl was overreacting.
"The trouble is this." Carl pulled two sheets of cream paper out of his black suit jacket's inside pocket. "These are two anonymous letters both I believe
written by the same person who seems to think that you shouldn't release a book based upon the life of Sara Jennings when you don't know the full story.
And if you do then you will omit it from this book to make her appear better!"
Denise expression twisted to one of confusion. "What?"
Carl handed DJ the letters. "We haven't taken any action yet but whoever this person is seems to think you are under a misconception about Sara and
you wouldn't dare release the truth in this book." As Denise started to protest Carl continued, "Yes I know it isn't a true story of her life but that is what the
rumours have stated. Look, I don't really understand what is going on here, DJ. I was hoping you might have some clue as to what this person is talking
about and know how to handle it."
Denise looked away, her eyes scanning the assortment of customers sitting in groups around a multitude of tables. In her own mind DJ was very positive
she knew everything there was to know about Sara's life. She thought maybe this unknown person might have known about Sara's romantic history but
that in no way led her to believe she was making the wrong choice in releasing her novel. After all this was just a fictionalised account of her life.
"As far as I am concerned or am aware, there is absolutely nothing I don't know of Sara's life. I think maybe this is just a case of somebody with nothing
better to do. Maybe an ex-pupil who never got over Sara giving him or her a bad grade." She smiled as she opened up her menu and looked down at the
first page.
Carl leaned forward in his chair and asked, "DJ, are you sure about this?"
The poet shrugged. "Yes. What else can we do? Believe me this is nothing." Denise looked back at the listings and ran her finger down the list. "How
about a good old traditional curry?"
The editor's eyes lit up. "A vinderloo?"
Denise grimaced. "Well not for me. I'm afraid my stomach isn't quite made of cast iron like I assume yours is."
"Well I vote we order a wide variety of different dishes and just dig into them all. You know they do a famous appetizer selection. Maybe we can start with
that?"
DJ nodded. "Sounds okay to me& go for it." Leaning back in her chair the poet looked down at the letters still laying upon the table. She picked up the
top sheet of expensive looking paper and glanced over the bold script. Her brows wrinkled together as she wondered how the rumours had started and
progressed the way they had. Well this certainly isn't what I was expecting. I suppose there had to be a little excitement this week otherwise I would have
nothing interesting to tell Randa!
Not fully understanding the impact of the letters, Denise dropped them back down upon the table and resumed her perusal of the menu.
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