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“No books?” Jane said. “Not a single one?”

“Not a whole one,” Ant admitted. “Sometimes I’ll grab one at
the airport when I fly to L.A. You know, in case the in-flight movie sucks. But I’ve never finished one.”

“I imagine you
could
finish one on the way back,” Jane suggested, wondering just how long it took Mr. Anthony Doolan to read a book designed to appeal to air travelers.

“Nah,” Ant said. “I forget the story as soon as I get off the plane. I’d have to start all over again, and what would be the point?”

Before Jane could suggest what the point might be, the girl returned with a new bulb for the light. Jane caught her eye, and the girl smiled.
She seems nice
, Jane thought. Ant had not introduced them.

She started to ask the girl’s name, but once again the light came on, making her blink. When finally her vision cleared she saw Ant pointing the video camera at her. Staring into its large black eye, she found herself feeling very self-conscious.

“Don’t look at the camera,” Ant instructed her. “Look at Shelby.”

Shelby
, Jane noted. She smiled at the girl.

“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.
You’re lucky I fed last week
, she thought as she focused on Shelby’s face.
Otherwise I’d give you more interesting than you could handle
.

“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
dozens
of movies. “No,” she said instead. “Frankly, it never occurred to me that fans of modern cinema would be drawn to something with actual content. Nothing at all blows up in my novel, you know.”

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
is
good at,” said Shelby as she rolled up an electrical cord and tucked it into a bag. “He speaks bullshit fluently. And in Hollywood that’s a major skill. Sort of like speaking Russian if you work for the CIA.”

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.”

No
, Jane thought.
It doesn’t
. But she kept her opinion to herself. Later, she told herself, she might have a talk with Shelby. But not now.

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?”

I believe I
will
have a talk with your sister
, Jane thought as she walked to the van. She felt her fangs slip into place, and ran the tip of her tongue over their needle-sharp points before drawing them back up again.
And then I may just have a few words with you as well
.

“A
USTEN
A G
O
-G
O
?”

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, followed closely by a rush of rage.

“How dare she?” she said furiously, balling the flyer up and flinging it into the trash can beneath the front desk. Several people browsing Flyleaf’s shelves turned to look for the source of the noise.

“She dropped them off while I was at lunch,” said Lucy. “If I’d been here, I would have told her where to go with her stupid—”

“It’s all right,” Jane assured her. “I just can’t believe the gall of that woman.”

“What woman?” Ant asked, still following Jane and filming her.

“Nobody,” said Jane. “And turn that thing off!”

“Sorry,” Ant replied. “I’ve got to get everything. Besides, this looks like it might be good.”

“It’s many things,” said Jane. “And
none
of them is good.”

“I apologize for upsetting you,” said the twin who had given Jane the flyer. “I didn’t know who she was, and she seemed pleasant enough.”

“It’s all right.…” Jane hesitated.

“Ted,” the young man said.

“It’s all right, Ted,” said Jane.

“Who
is
she?” asked Ned, appearing beside his brother.

“Beverly Shrop,” Jane answered, her teeth grinding on the name.

“The ShropTalk woman?” said Ted, or possibly Ned.

“Yes,” Jane said. “That’s the one.”

“She’s a moron.” Shelby’s voice emerged from the uncomfortable silence that had descended.

“Quiet,” Ant hissed at his sister.

“I’m sorry,” said Shelby. “But she is. Have you seen her site? It’s crap.”

Jane suppressed a smile. “Not the word I might have chosen, perhaps,” she said. “But vividly accurate nonetheless.”

“So what’s this Austen A Go-Go?” Ant pressed.

Jane sighed. “Apparently Beverly Shrop has organized a festival of sorts for fans of romantic novels, of which she considers Austen’s prime examples.”

“And that’s bad?” asked Ant.

“In theory, no,” Jane answered. “But Beverly has an uncanny ability to make things … inconvenient.”

“She’s a horror show,” Lucy clarified. “She’s turned writers and books into a cottage industry, when really she knows nothing at all about them. Austen A Go-Go. Honestly.”

“There’s going to be a Darcy look-alike contest,” Shelby said, reading one of the flyers. “And a Team Austen versus Team Brontë softball tournament.”

Jane groaned. “Fabulous,” she said.

“Someone named Tavish Osborn is a guest speaker,” Shelby continued.

“What?” Lucy and Jane exclaimed in unison.

“Tavish Osborn,” Shelby repeated. “Do you know him?”

“Vaguely,” Jane muttered, thinking,
How could he?

“He’s going to be giving a lecture called ‘The Real Jane Austen,’ ” said Shelby.

Lucy and Jane exchanged looks.
That’s it
, Jane thought. Why hadn’t Byron said anything to her about Beverly’s ridiculous event? And what exactly did he mean by the
real
Jane Austen?

“Oh, good. You’ve seen the flyer.”

Jane turned to see Beverly Shrop approaching at a brisk clip. As usual, she was dressed in pink, and her face wore a cheerful smile that appeared to be painted on with copious amounts of red lipstick, much like a clown’s ghastly perpetually grinning mouth.

“Beverly,” Jane said without enthusiasm.

“Doesn’t it sound
delicious
?” Beverly asked. “I’m especially looking forward to Tavish’s talk.”

“Aren’t we all?” asked Jane.

“I would have asked
you
to speak,” Beverly said. “But I know how very busy you are trying to get your next book written.”

And how would you know that?
Jane wondered. Just what had Beverly and Byron talked about? She would most certainly have to have a word with him.

“It’s true,” Jane said. “I
am
quite busy at the moment.”

“Well, I hope you’ll at least grace us with your presence,” said Beverly. “Oh, and if you’d like to sell your book at the event, feel free to bring a few copies. Blockstone’s will be selling copies of Tavish’s Penelope Wentz novels.”

“Blockstone’s?” said Jane, the name of the rival bookstore bitter on her tongue. “Why not have
us
sell his—”

“I have to run,” Beverly said. “Lovely seeing you.”

Fuming, Jane watched Beverly leave the store.

“Wow,” said Shelby. “She really is something.”

“You’re breaking the wall!” Ant shouted at her. “Rule one. Don’t get involved with the subject!”

Shelby ignored him. “You should have a big sale on this Tavish guy’s books right before the event,” she suggested to Jane. “That would really piss her off.”

Jane nodded. “Yes,” she said, smiling at Shelby. “It certainly would.” She was liking the young woman more and more.

“Jane, you have a phone call.” One of the twins leaned over the counter, covering the receiver with his hand. “It’s a Jessica Abernathy.”

For a moment Jane couldn’t remember why the name was familiar to her. Then it hit her. “Oh!” she said. “Of course. I’ll take it in the office.” She turned to Ant, who was beginning to follow her. “This is private,” she informed him. Without waiting for him to object, she went into the office and closed the door behind her, relieved to finally be alone.

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