a smart-ass, especially New Zealanders. âAnd, of course, not long ago women held most of the senior posts in this country: prime minister, governor-general, chief justice, CEO of the second largest companyââ
He nods, happy to hear about Kiwis leading the world in something or other. Then he assumes a serious expression. âWhy do you think a foreign company should be allowed to be part of New Zealandâs new network?â
The image of me again smiles politely. âHera is a New Zealand company, Barney, staffed mainly by New Zealanders.â
Barney looks at me sternly. âBut partly owned by foreigners. How do we reconcile selling our assets to overseas companies?â
âHera is looking forward to investing in building those assets in the first place, Barney. Weâre very excited about the chance to be part of another world-leading initiative by New Zealand.â
He leans forward and fixes me with what he probably thinks is an eaglelike stare. âYour appointment took many commentators by surprise. Why do you think an American got the job instead of the position going to a New Zealander?â
âWell,â the image of me is saying, âmy father taught at one of the universities here and he told me so much about this beautiful country, that when the opportunity arose, I jumped at the chance to see New Zealand for myself.â
I didnât admit heâd got one of his students pregnant. I certainly didnât tell them he was a hothead, a drunkard, and a philanderer.
âYour dad lived here? Thatâs fantastic!â
âAnd, actually, Barney, I was even born here.â
I didnât mention that after I was born, his wife killed herself, and my mother went back to Macau.
Barneyâs eyes goggle. âLinnet! That makes you a Kiwi!â
âIâm not sure if it does or not. I left when I was a child.â
I didnât describe how he was accused of murder and, although the coroner concluded Roseâs death was suicide, he was sacked and hounded out of the country by the media, his academic career in tatters.
Barney is now beaming at me. âSo our very own Linnet Mere has been chosen to head up Hera. How are you enjoying being back in New Zealand?â
âI love being here. Itâs such a beautiful country, and everyone is so friendly.â
Barney turns back to the camera and says, âWell, weâre certainly pleased to have heard from Linnet Mere, the new Kiwi chief executive for Hera. Thank you, Linnet.â
And the cameras cut and the light was turned back on, and Barney dropped his smile and I rubbed the space between my eyes where the spectacle frames were pinching, and then everyone smiled again and someone said âthat went wellâ and I vanished behind the scenes while Barney interviewed the aunt of some murder victim bewailingâwhatever.
I lie in the Jacuzzi, smoking and sipping Sauvignon Blanc, still feeling charged about being on TV.
Look at me now, Steve and Hilary; not such a sad little cuckoo after all, huh? Look at me now, Ralph, Mike, Ted, and Sean. Iâm famous. Donât you wish youâd stuck with me?
But I canât tell the person I most wish to about my success. She wouldnât understand.
When Mom stopped replying to my e-mails, I assumed it was because Steve and his young wife, Mary, had just presentedher with twin grandchildren and she no longer had room for the little cuckoo sheâd nurtured for so long. When my birthday passed and no present arrived, I thought sheâd finally decided I was too old for gifts. When I telephoned and she didnât answer, I assumed she was away visiting Steve or maybe staying with Hilary in New York. I left a message, but she didnât call me back. To my shame, three months passed without hearing from her before I contacted Steve to ask if she was okay.
Nah, heâd said. Sheâs lost it.
I flew over to see her in the home