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took her best stab at an honest response.
    â€˜In that case, when you’ve decided, you let me know,’ Christopher insisted. ‘I own an airline,’ he commented casually. ‘Carl, here, is our best pilot.’
    Unaccustomed to receiving praise from his father, Carl had to query it. ‘You never told me you thought so.’
    Christopher obviously regretted this failure. ‘There are many things I never told you … but that’sgoing to change,’ he stated resolutely, seeming high on life and at peace with the world.
    â€˜You’re a pilot?’ Tani felt her heart melting in her chest. Finally, here was a man who fitted in with her scheme of what the future held in store.
    Carl nodded to confirm her wonder. ‘That’s why I’m still single. Women always seem to want to nest … especially once they see this place!’
    â€˜Not this little black duck,’ she assured him, figuring that Carl’s choice of vocation probably had a lot to do with escaping his father. ‘If I had the money, I’d just keep travelling forever.’
    The way the two young people were smiling at each other made Christopher wonder if perhaps there wasn’t more karma behind his treasure going missing than just the airing of tension between Carl and himself. The aging father suddenly fancied that perhaps, one day, the fob watch would be returned to Tani’s possession by way of a family heirloom. The notion tickled Christopher’s fancy and he chuckled to himself, patting the timepiece that had been returned to his inside jacket pocket, next to his heart. Most well done, my dear, most well done.

Sue
    My best friend — my editor

    Ghostwriting

 
    SUE WAS THREE when I met her and has been my dearest friend for the thirty-something years we have known each other since then. Every major event in my life she has witnessed, and in every endeavour and with every achievement she has been there to support me and hold my hand. She has accompanied me on many a wondrous journey both actual and imaginary. If not for her, my passion for storytelling wouldn’t have developed and may never have been realised. For ten years Sue was the only soul who knew of my talent.
    I have made a point of letting my readers know about my D in English on my School Certificate. I can’t spell, I wouldn’t read, I was dyslexic and a rebel to boot.
    Sue was the reason that I first put pen to paper, because when she went overseas, I had no one to tell my tales to and Sue had no one who could tell her stories. She rang to suggest that I try writing a storydown and posting it to her. The tale was truly terrible and I didn’t write more than ten pages. Soon after, however, I wrote my first full-length manuscript, Everything We Know which became my first full-length film script (more about the films later).
    As I underwent the transformation from storyteller to story writer, so did Sue transform from eager listener to frustrated reader. After browsing over the first sentence of my second serious manuscript, she said, ‘Better get me a red pen.’
    Sue’s blood, sweat and tears are strewn throughout the pages of The Ancient Future , thanks to her battle to correct my spelling misconceptions and re-teach me the English language. She also taught me how to stick to the flow by making huge cuts to the text! The only reward for all her hard work was the good belly laughs some of my more creative spelling mistakes and Freudian slips have given her over the years. This is why The Ancient Future is dedicated to her.
    After many years of working in the arts, Sue returned to university to complete courses in Visual Art and Earth Sciences where she achieved Distinctions in both.
    Her studies have been put on hold for the moment. In December 2001 I attended the birth of Sue’s first child, a baby daughter who she named Madeleine. Now Sue has a whole new learning experience into which to