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ryone； including Parminder； to leave her alone； but also to damn well hurry up； and that her cut needed cleaning and she needed stitches and sedatives and X…rays …
Later； they put her in a bed with a parent on each side of her； and both of them stroked her hands。 She was warm and numb； and there was no pain in her leg any more。 The sky beyond the windows was dark。
‘Howard Mollison’s had another heart attack；’ she heard her mother tell her father。 ‘Miles wanted me to go to him。’
‘Bloody nerve；’ said Vikram。
To Sukhvinder’s drowsy surprise； they talked no more about Howard Mollison。 They merely continued to stroke her hands until； shortly afterwards； she fell asleep。
On the far side of the building； in a shabby blue room with plastic chairs and a fish tank in the corner； Miles and Samantha were sitting on either side of Shirley； waiting for news from theatre。 Miles was still wearing his slippers。
‘I can’t believe Parminder Jawanda wouldn’t e；’ he said for the umpteenth time； his voice cracking。 Samantha got up； moved past Shirley； and put her arms around Miles； kissing his thick hair； speckled with grey； breathing in his familiar smell。
Shirley said； in a high； strangled voice； ‘I’m not surprised she wouldn’t e。 I’m not surprised。 Absolutely appalling。’
All she had left of her old life and her old certainties was attacking familiar targets。 Shock had taken almost everything from her： she no longer knew what to believe； or even what to hope。 The man in theatre was not the man she had thought she had married。 If she could have returned to that happy place of certainty； before she had read that awful post …
Perhaps she ought to shut down the whole website。 Take away the message boards in their entirety。 She was afraid that the Ghost might e back； that he might say the awful thing again …
She wanted to go home； right now and disable the website； and while there； she could destroy the EpiPen once and for all …
He saw it … I know he saw it …
But I’d never have done it； really。 I wouldn’t have done it。 I was upset。 I’d never have done it …
What if Howard survived； and his first words were： ‘She ran out of the room when she saw me。 She didn’t call an ambulance straight away。 She was holding a big needle …’
Then I’ll say his brain’s been affected； Shirley thought defiantly。
And if he died …
Beside her； Samantha was hugging Miles。 Shirley did not like it； she ought to be the centre of attention； it was her husband who was lying upstairs； fighting for his life。 She had wanted to be like Mary Fairbrother； cosseted and admired； a tragic heroine。 This was not how she had imagined it—
‘Shirley？’
Ruth Price； in her nurse’s uniform； had e hurrying into the room； her thin face forlorn with sympathy。
‘I just heard – I had to e – Shirley； how awful； I’m so sorry。’
‘Ruth； dear；’ said Shirley； getting up； and allowing herself to be embraced。 ‘That’s so kind。 So kind。’
Shirley liked introducing her medical friend to Miles and Samantha； and receiving her pity and her kindness in front of them。 It was a tiny taste of how she had imagined widowhood …
But then Ruth had to go back to work； and Shirley returned to her plastic chair and her unfortable thoughts。
‘He’ll be OK；’ Samantha was murmuring to Miles； as he rested his head on her shoulder。 ‘I know he’ll pull through。 He did last time。’
Shirley watched little neon…bright fish darting hither and thither in their tank。 It was the past that she wished she could change； the future was a blank。
‘Has anyone phoned Mo？’ Miles asked after a while； wiping his eyes on the back of one hand； while the other gripped Samantha’s leg。 ‘Mum； d’you want me to—？’
‘No；’ said Shirley sharply。 ‘We’ll wait … until we know。’
In the theatre upstairs； Howard Mollison’s body overflowed the edges of the operating table。 His chest was wide open； revealing the ruins of Vikram Jawanda’s handiwork。 Nieen people laboured to repair the damage； while the machines to which Howard was connected made soft implacable noises； confirming that he continued to live。
And far below； in the bowels of the hospital； Robbie Weedon’s body lay frozen and white in the morgue。 Nobody had acpanied him to the hospital； and nobody had visited him in his metal drawer。
III
Andrew had refused a lift back to Hilltop House； so it was only Tessa and Fats in the car together； and Fats said； ‘I don’t want to go home。’
‘All right；’ Tessa replied； and she drove； while talking to Colin on the telephone。 ‘I’ve got him … Andy found him。 We’ll be back in a bit … Yes … Yes； I will …’
Tears were spattering down Fats’ face； his body was betraying him； it was exactly like the time when hot urine had spilt down his leg into his sock； when Simon Price had made him piss himself。 The hot saltiness leaked over his chin and onto his chest； pattering like drops of rain。
He kept imagining the funeral。 A tiny little coffin。
He had not wanted to do it with the boy so near。
Would the weight of the dead child ever lift from him？
‘So you ran away；’ said Tessa coldly； over his tears。
She had prayed that she would find him alive； but her strongest emotion was disgust。 His tears did not soften her。 She was used to men’s tears。 Part of her was ashamed that he had not； after all； thrown himself into the river。
‘Krystal told the police that you and she were in the bushes。 You just left him to his own devices； did you？’
Fats was speechless。 He could not believe her cruelty。 Did she not understand the desolation roaring inside him； the horror； the sense of contagion？
‘Well； I hope you have got her pregnant；’ said Tessa。 ‘It’ll give her something to live for。’
Every time they turned a corner； he thought that she was taking him home。 He had feared Cubby most； but now there was nothing to choose between his parents。 He wanted to get out of the car； but she had locked all the doors。
Without warning； she swerved and braked。 Fats； clutching the sides of his seat； saw that they were in a lay…by on the Yarvil bypass。 Frightened that she would order him out of the car； he turned his swollen face to her。
‘Your birth mother；’ she said； looking at him as she had never done before； without pity or kindness； ‘was fourteen years old。 We had the impression； from what we were told； that she was middle class； quite a bright girl。 She absolutely refused to say who your father was。 Nobody knew whether she was trying to protect an under…age boyfriend or something worse。 We were told all of this； in case you had any mental or physical difficulties。 In case；’ she said clearly； like a teacher trying to emphasize a point sure to e up in a test； ‘you had been the result of incest。’
He cowered away from her。 He would have preferred to be shot。
‘I was desperate to adopt you；’ she said。 ‘Desperate。 But Dad was very ill。 He said to me； “I can’t do it。 I’m scared I’ll hurt a baby。 I need to get better before we do this； and I can’t do that and cope with a new baby as well。”
‘But I was so determined to have you；’ said Tessa； ‘that I pressured him into lying； and telling the social workers that he was fine； and pretending to be happy and normal。 We brought you home； and you were tiny and premature； and on the fifth night we had you； Dad slipped out of bed and went to the garage； put a hosepipe on the exhaust of the car and tried to kill himself； because he was convinced he’d smothered you。 And he almost died。
‘So you can blame me；’ said Tessa； ‘for your and Dad’s bad start； and maybe you can blame me for everything that’s e since。 But I’ll tell you this； Stuart。 Your father’s spent his life facing up to things he never did。 I don’t expect you to understand his kind of courage。 But；’ her voice broke at last； and he heard the mother he knew； ‘he loves you； Stuart。’
She added the lie because she could not help herself。 Tonight； for the first time； Tessa was convinced that it was a lie； and also that everything she had done in her life； telling herself that it was for the best； had been no more than blind selfishness； generating confusion and mess all around。 But who could bear