London, With Love by Sarra Manning

Author:Sarra Manning [Manning, Sarra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton Ltd
Published: 2022-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

Part Six

1996 – 1997

Chapter 15

Friday, October 18th, 1996

Heathrow Terminals 1,2,3 Station

‘So, is that what all the best editors are wearing this year?’ Kirsty asked as Jenny hefted one of her friend’s suitcases onto the escalator. ‘I thought you’d look more, well, bookish.’

Once Jenny had made sure that the suitcase was secure on its stair, she gave a little shimmy. ‘This is the unofficial office uniform.’

This was a strappy black vest, a fine-knit pale blue cardigan, grey hipster trousers and Jenny’s trusty Dunlop Green Flash trainers.

‘Of course, when I’m not helping my friend cart half her worldly goods across London, I dress a bit smarter. If I’m having lunch with a writer or agent, something like that.’

Kirsty dared to take a hand off the suitcase that she had propped on the step behind her so she could pat Jenny’s shoulder. ‘Get you! Doing lunch with fancy writing folk. Do you have a company credit card?’

‘Yes! I can hardly believe they’ve trusted me with one.’ Jenny couldn’t pretend to be blasé about it. Besides, she was reunited with Kirsty who wouldn’t expect her to be. ‘Even better than that, I have my own business cards. I’ll give you one once we’re on the tube.’

‘I’m so proud of you. Jennifer Richards, editor. Such a nice ring to it.’

‘Editor, I still can’t believe it,’ Jenny said, because she’d started at Lyttons in January as an Assistant Editor but through a combination of being over-qualified for the job, a couple of editors leaving and the sheer luck, for once, of being in the right place at exactly the right time, she’d been promoted to Editor by Easter.

She was still very much learning the ropes but the three writers she’d inherited and the one writer she’d acquired hadn’t yet turned round and said, ‘Excuse me, but we’d like a proper editor and not this . . . this imposter!’

But today was all about Kirsty. Which was why Jenny had booked the afternoon off to meet her best friend and her best friend’s two suitcases and assortment of big blue IKEA bags. Kirsty was back in town. For good this time. Her strapping boyfriend, Erik the Viking (actually he was a leading expert in Urban Studies), whom she’d acquired while she was in Stockholm, was following at a later date. ‘Never mind my company credit card, I have a best friend who’s the new curator at a top London museum.’

‘Assistant curator at a museum in the back of beyond that no one’s ever heard of,’ Kirsty insisted, but she took her hand off her suitcase again to prod Jenny in the back. ‘We’re not doing too bad, are we?’

‘We are not,’ Jenny confirmed and she was just about to list the itinerary she had planned for Kirsty’s first weekend back in London: back to Jenny’s flat in Notting Hill to dump Kirsty’s stuff, dinner at The Seashell in Lisson Grove, the best fish and chip shop in London. Tomorrow they’d explore Portobello Road market, then head over

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