you,’ Carlo said hastily, handing over cash and hurrying her away.
‘You’ve got a nerve, buying me clothes without so much as a by-your-leave,’ she said.
‘You don’t have to thank me.’
‘I wasn’t. I was saying you’re as cheeky as a load of monkeys.’
‘Slander. All slander.’
To Della’s mischievous delight he had definitely reddened.
‘So you always get the size right, just by looking?’ she mused. ‘I mean, always as in always?’
‘Let’s have something to eat,’ he said hastily, taking her arm and steering her into a side street where they found a small café.
There he settled her with coffee and a glass of prosecco, the white sparkling wine, so light as to be almost a cordial, that Italians loved to drink.
‘So now,’ he said, ‘do what I wouldn’t let you do yesterday, and tell me all about yourself. I know you’ve been married—’
‘I married when I was sixteen—and pregnant. Neither of us was old enough to know what we were doing, and when he fled in the first few months I guess I couldn’t blame him.’
‘I blame him,’ he said at once. ‘If you do something, you take responsibility for it.’
‘Oh, you sound so very old and wise, but how “responsible” were you at seventeen?’
‘Perhaps we’d better not go into that,’ he said, grinning. ‘But he shouldn’t have simply have walked out and left you with a baby.’
‘Don’t feel sorry for me. I wasn’t abandoned in a one-room hovel without a penny. We were living with my parents, so I had a comfortable home and someone to take care of me. In fact, I don’t think my parents were sorry to see the back of him.’
‘Did they give him a nudge?
‘He says they did. I’ll never really know, but I’m sure it would have happened anyway. It’s all for the best. I wouldn’t want to be married to the man he is now.’
‘Still irresponsible?’
‘Worse. Dull.’
‘Heaven help us! So you’re still in touch?’
‘He lives in Scotland. Sol—that’s Solomon, our son—visits him. He’s there now.’
Light dawned.
‘Was Sol the one you were talking to on the phone last night?’
‘That’s right.’
So there was no other man in her life, he thought, making urgent calculations: her son might be twelve, if she’d been so young at his birth. He was almost dizzy with relief.
‘What made you go into television?’ he asked, when he’d inwardly calmed down.
‘Through my second husband and his brother.’
‘Second—? You’re married?’ he demanded, descending into turmoil again.
‘No, it didn’t work out, and there was another divorce. I guess I’m just a rotten picker. Gerry ran off leaving a lot of debts, which I had to work to pay. The one good thing he did for me was to introduce me to his brother, Brian, who was a television producer. Brian offered me a job as his secretary, taught me everything he knew, and I loved it—the people I met, the things it was possible to do, the buzz of ideas going on all the time. Brian loaned me some money to start up for myself, and he recommended me everywhere.’
‘So now you’re a big-shot,’ he said lightly. ‘Dominating the schedules, winning all the awards—’
‘Shut up,’ she said, punching his arm playfully.
‘You’re not going to tell me you’ve never won an award, are you?’
His eyes warned her that he knew more than he was letting on.
‘The odd little gong here and there,’ she said vaguely.
‘You’re not the only one who knows how to use the internet, you know. You won the Golden World prize for the best documentary of the year—’
‘You’ve really been doing your detective work, haven’t you?’
‘Sure—and, to show you how clever I am, I know how to use a telephone as well.’
‘No kidding?’
‘I made a few calls last night and spoke to someone who knows your work and admires it.’
He didn’t add that his friend had known nothing about her personal life. It had been a frustrating call.
‘He mentioned a big new project you were gearing up for, but he didn’t know any details. He just said glumly, “I suppose the rest of us can give up for the next year, while she walks off with everything in sight.”‘
‘You’ve been checking up on me with a vengeance,’ she said, laughing at him with her head on one side.
‘Which makes us quits, since you came to look me over.’
‘You were recommended to me so strongly and by so many people that I started to get a bit cross with you. I must admit that I half hoped to find that you were useless. But you were quite the reverse, and that made me even more annoyed.’
‘So you’ve reluctantly decided to offer me a job? How about I make it easy for you and refuse?’
‘Don’t jump to conclusions before you know everything. I’m doing eight hour-long episodes, each one concentrating on a place where a notable event happened. I don’t just need a frontman, but someone who’s an archaeologist and a historian in his own right, who will have some authority.’
‘You mean they’re all going to be things like Pompeii?’
‘One of them will be underwater.’
‘Don’t tell me—let me guess. Titanic.’
‘No, the Titanic has been done to death. But she had two sister ships, and one of them, the Britannic, also sank. It was used as a hospital ship in the First World War, but it went down after only three months—probably because it hit a mine. The odd thing was that after Titanic went down Britannic was partly redesigned, to make her safer, yet she sank even faster. She’s in the Aegean Sea, and there’s still a lot to be learned about her fate.’
To her surprise he grew pale.
‘And you want me to go down there and—?’ he asked in a faint voice. ‘Sorry, but that’s not my area of expertise.’
‘Of course not. I’ll have professional divers—although you could make a trip down if you wanted to.’
