‘This is Priya from Gulliver Research, the people organising the conference obviously, and this is Rory, obviously, from Celebrity Speakers.’
‘Hi Priya!’ said Nora. ‘Hi Rory. So nice to meet you.’
‘Yes, it is,’ said Priya, smiling. ‘We’re so pleased to have you.’
‘You say that like we’ve never met before!’ said Rory, with a booming laugh.
Nora backtracked. ‘Yes, I knowwe’vemet, Rory. Just my little joke. You know my sense of humour.’
‘You have a sense of humour?’
‘Good one, Rory!’
‘Okay,’ her brother said, looking at her and smiling. ‘Do you want to see the space?’
She couldn’t stop smiling. Here was her brother. Her brother, whom she hadn’t seen in two years and hadn’t had any semblance of a good relationship with in far longer, looking healthy and happy and like he actuallylikedher. ‘The space?’
‘Yeah. The hall. Where you’re doing the talk.’
‘It’s all set up,’ Priya added, helpfully.
‘Bloody big room,’ said Rory approvingly, as he cradled a paper cup of coffee.
So, Nora agreed and was led into a vast blue conference room with a wide stage and around a thousand empty chairs. A technician in black came up and asked her: ‘What do you fancy? Lapel or headset or handheld?’
‘Sorry?’
‘What kind of mic will you want up there?’
‘Oh!’
‘Headset,’ her brother interjected on Nora’s behalf.
‘Yeah. Headset,’ said Nora.
‘I was just thinking,’ her brother said, ‘after that nightmare we had with the microphone in Cardiff.’
‘Yeah, totally. What a nightmare.’
Priya was smiling at her, wanting to ask something. ‘Am I right in thinking you’ve got no multimedia stuff? No slides or anything?’
‘Um, I—’
Her brother and Rory were looking at her, a little concerned. This was clearly a question she should know the answer to and didn’t.
‘Yes,’ she said, then saw her brother’s expression, ‘I ... don’t. Yes, I don’t. I don’t have any multimedia stuff.’
And they all looked at her like she was not quite right but she smiled through it.
Peppermint Tea
Ten minutes later she was sitting on her own with her brother in something called the ‘VIP Business Lounge’, which was just a small, airless room with some chairs and a table offering a selection of today’s newspapers. A couple of middle-aged men in suits were typing things into laptops.
By this point she had worked out that her brother was her manager. And that he’d been her manager for seven years, since she’d given up professional swimming.
‘Are you okay about all this?’ her brother asked, having just got two drinks from the coffee machine. He tore a sachet to release a teabag. Peppermint. He placed it into the cup of hot water he’d taken from the coffee machine.
Then he handed it to Nora.
