Saturday, 13 September 2025

In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (078) – The Visiting Publisher

April

 

Simon and Jeanette Kenny first met at the Frankfurt Book Fair, which was held in October, and fell head over heels for each other and following a whirlwind romance they were married in Copenhagen a few days before Christmas.

He was a successful writer of children’s books, the Adventures of Geordie the Guardsman, and she was an editor of nonfiction.

Their decision to marry abroad, at short notice, was a purely selfish one, intended to avoid the circus that surrounds weddings, they were both divorcees and had been through the ordeal once already and had no appetite to go through it again, but they were in love and wanted to legitimize that love before God.  

However, the good news of their union was not universally well received, especially not by her sister Clara, with whom she was particularly close, so some work was required to rebuild bridges.

Jeanette thought that her sister would understand, as she was also a divorcee, but she was clearly hurt by being excluded. 

But from Simon and Jeanette’s point of view they had to exclude everyone or no one, so it was a no brainer.

 

Clara’s problem with their wedding wasn’t solely that she felt alienated, but rather that she felt jealous that there was no special someone in her own life, and she often sat alone contemplating her lot, and reviewing her options.

Because she was not without her admirers, but none of them stirred feelings within her that might cause her to run away to Denmark to wed.

She tried not to dwell too much on her circumstances but sometimes she just couldn’t fight it but on one April afternoon she was stirred from her torpor by the telephone.

Clara Limmington

“Hello Clara, Simon Kenny”

“Oh” she responded icily

“My publisher is staying with us at the moment and I’m cooking dinner, so we wondered if you’d make up the four”

“Oh, I see” she said coldly “is Jeanette with you?”

“Yes, she is”

“Put her on” she instructed so he complied

“Hello Clara” Jeanette said

“Can he cook?” she asked abruptly

“Yes, he can” she replied

“Better than he writes I hope” Clara added

“We’ll see you at 8 then?” Jeanette said

       

William Laffin wasn’t just Simon’s publisher he was also his closest friend; they met on their first day at University and hit it off immediately and their friendship had become a very profitable one.

He dressed like a successful man, in hand made suits, but he still managed to look like a comprehensive school Geography teacher.

He and Simon had spent much of the day going over his latest Geordie the Guardsman book and discussing the timetable for publication and the artwork.

The latter was a no brainer as Simon had always used the same artist, Fiona Phippen, who was always bang on the money with her interpretation.

They continued chatting in the kitchen while Simon got on with the dinner, he’d done most of the preparation before William arrived.

“So, what’s this Clara like then?” William asked

“Clara?” Simon corrected him “She’s quite terrifying”

“And you invited her, why?” he asked

“Because Jeanette says she has a heart of gold” Simon replied “And we’re bridge building”

“And does she?” William asked

“Does she what?”

“Have a heart of gold” William clarified

“Well, if she does, she certainly keeps it well hidden” Simon replied and laughed

 

Clara arrived right on time and Jeanette came downstairs to let her in and Simon stood in the kitchen doorway to greet her

“Wow you two look lovely” he said

“Thank you” Clara said slightly taken aback by the compliment

“Can you do the drinks honey?” He said to Jeanette and then added as he returned to the kitchen

“William will be down in a minute he’s just changing”

 

After a satisfying kiss Jeanette returned from the kitchen carrying a tray.

She set down a tray, with glasses and a chilled bottle of wine in a bucket and poured the wine just as Simon and William appeared.

“Hi William” Jeanette said and kissed his cheek “This is my sister Clara”

William was tall and skinny, and Clara thought he looked in need of a good meal as he brushed his sandy hair off his forehead and then she shook his hand.

“Pleased to meet you William”

“Like wise” he replied

As the two sisters settled down in their seats, William whispered

“I thought you said she was an ogre, I think she’s lovely”

“Really?” Simon said

 

During the course of the meal, with an Author, an Editor and a Publisher at the table the subject naturally turned to writing.

“Clara prefers Enid Blyton to modern children’s fiction” Simon said

“Me too” William agreed

“Oh, that’s nice” said Simon “You’re my publisher you at least should be singing my praises”

“Sorry mate” William said

“I still think you’re brilliant darling” Jeanette said

“That doesn’t count because you don’t like my books either”

“Who does exactly?” William said unhelpfully

“Well, you need to find out, and when you do, keep them away from these two” Simon suggested

“Well, if it’s any consolation you cook better than Enid Blyton at least” said Clara

“High praise indeed” Jeanette said

“Well thank you” Simon said “For that you can have desert”

 

As Simon and William were clearing the dishes to the kitchen Clara whispered to Jeanette

“You have a good man there, but don’t you dare tell him I said that, because I have my reputation to protect”

“Your secret is safe with me” Jeanette said, “Now where’s that desert, it’s a boozy chocolate tart?”

“I’ll just take William and can of squirty cream” Clara said

“Clara!!”

“Oh, did I say that out loud?” Clara said and blushed 

 

Coffee and liqueurs followed desert and then more liqueurs, and then more until the hour got late.

Simon and Jeanette began clearing the table and looking back from the kitchen door Simon said 

“I think William is smitten”

“It’s mutual” Jeanette replied and smiled

It wasn’t their intention to match-make they just wanted to make up a pleasant foursome, the fact they were attracted to each other was an unexpected bonus.

“We must breathe lightly on the embers then” Simon said enigmatically

“What does that mean Mr. Author?” Jeanette slurred

“We have to play cupid” he replied

“Or just give her can of squirty cream” she said and he looked puzzled

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