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canted the contents of their trays and sat facing each other； ready for chat。
‘Si’s fine； thanks； fine。 Bringing home our new puter today。 The boys can’t wait； you can imagine。’
This was quite untrue。 Andrew and Paul both possessed cheap laptops； the PC sat in the corner of the tiny sitting room and neither boy touched it； preferring to do nothing that took them within the vicinity of their father。 Ruth often spoke of her sons to Shirley as though they were much younger than they were： portable； tractable； easily amused。 Perhaps she sought to make herself younger； to emphasize the age difference between herself and Shirley – which stood at nearly two decades – to make them even more like mother and daughter。 Ruth’s mother had died ten years previously； she missed having an older woman in her life； and Shirley’s relationship with her own daughter was； she had hinted to Ruth； not all it could have been。
‘Miles and I have always been very close。 Patricia； though； she was always rather a difficult character。 She’s up in London now。’
Ruth longed to probe； but a quality that she and Shirley shared and admired in each other was a genteel reticence； a pride in presenting an unruffled surface to the world。 Ruth laid her piqued curiosity aside； therefore； though not without a private hope that she would find out； in due course； what made Patricia so difficult。
Shirley and Ruth’s instant liking for each other had been rooted in their mutual recognition that the other was a woman like herself； a woman whose deepest pride lay in having captured and retained the affection of her husband。 Like Freemasons； they shared a fundamental code； and were therefore secure in each other’s pany in a way that they were not with other women。 Their plicity was still more enjoyable for being spiced by a sense of superiority； because each secretly pitied the other for her choice of husband。 To Ruth； Howard was physically grotesque； and she was puzzled to understand how her friend； who retained a plump yet delicate prettiness； could ever have agreed to marry him。 To Shirley； who could not remember ever setting eyes on Simon； who had never heard him mentioned in connection with the higher workings of Pagford； and who understood Ruth to lack even a rudimentary social life； Ruth’s husband sounded a reclusive inadequate。
‘So I saw Miles and Samantha bringing Barry in；’ Ruth said； launching into the main subject without preamble。 She had much less conversational finesse than Shirley； finding it difficult to disguise her greed for Pagford gossip； of which she was deprived； stuck high on the hill above town； isolated by Simon’s unsociability。 ‘Did they actually see it happen？’
‘Oh yes；’ said Shirley。 ‘They were having dinner at the golf club。 Sunday night； you know； the girls were back at school； and Sam prefers eating out； she’s not much of a cook …’
Bit by bit； over their shared coffee breaks； Ruth had learned some of the inside story of Miles and Samantha’s marriage。 Shirley had told her how her son had been obliged to marry Samantha； because Samantha had fallen pregnant with Lexie。
‘They’ve made the best of it；’ Shirley sighed； brightly brave。 ‘Miles did the right thing； I wouldn’t have had it any other way。 The girls are lovely。 It’s a pity Miles didn’t have a son； he would have been wonderful with a boy。 But Sam didn’t want a third。’
Ruth treasured up every veiled criticism Shirley made of her daughter…in…law。 She had taken an immediate dislike to Samantha years before； when she had acpanied four…year…old Andrew to the nursery class at St Thomas’s； and there met Samantha and her daughter Lexie。 With her loud laugh； and her boundless cleavage； and a fine line in risqué jokes for the schoolyard mothers； Samantha had struck Ruth as dangerously predatory。 For years； Ruth had watched scornfully as Samantha stuck out her massive chest while talking to Vikram Jawanda at parents’ evenings； and steered Simon around the edge of classrooms to avoid having to talk to her。
Shirley was still recounting the second…hand tale of Barry’s final journey； giving all possible weight to Miles’ quick thinking in calling the ambulance； to his support of Mary Fairbrother； to his insistence on remaining with her at the hospital until the Walls arrived。 Ruth listened attentively； though with a slight impatience； Shirley was much more entertaining when she was enumerating the inadequacies of Samantha than when extolling the virtues of Miles。 What was more； Ruth was bursting with something thrilling that she wished to tell Shirley。
‘So there’s an empty seat on the Parish Council；’ Ruth said； the moment that Shirley reached the point in the story where Miles and Samantha ceded the stage to Colin and Tessa Wall。
‘We call it a casual vacancy；’ said Shirley kindly。
Ruth took a deep breath。
‘Simon；’ she said； excited at the mere telling of it； ‘is thinking of standing！’
Shirley smiled automatically； raised her eyebrows in polite surprise； and took a sip of tea to hide her face。 Ruth was pletely unaware that she had said anything to dispose her friend。 She had assumed that Shirley would be delighted to think of their husbands sitting on the Parish Council together； and had a vague notion that Shirley might be helpful in bringing this about。
‘He told me last night；’ Ruth went on； importantly。 ‘He’s been thinking about it for a while。’
Certain other things that Simon had said； about the possibility of taking over bribes from Grays to keep them on as council contractors； Ruth had pushed out of her mind； as she pushed out all of Simon’s little dodges； his petty criminalities。
‘I had no idea Simon was interested in getting involved in local government；’ said Shirley； her tone light and pleasant。
‘Oh yes；’ said Ruth； who had had no idea either； ‘he’s very keen。’
‘Has he been talking to Dr Jawanda？’ asked Shirley； sipping her tea again。 ‘Did she suggest standing to him？’
Ruth was thrown by this； and her genuine puzzlement showed。
‘No； I … Simon hasn’t been to the doctor in ages。 I mean； he’s very healthy。’
Shirley smiled。 If he was acting alone； without the support of the Jawanda faction； then the threat posed by Simon was surely negligible。 She even pitied Ruth； who was in for a nasty surprise。 She； Shirley； who knew everybody who counted in Pagford； would have been hard…pressed to recognize Ruth’s husband if he came into the delicatessen： who on earth did poor Ruth think would vote for him？ On the other hand； Shirley knew that there was one question that Howard and Aubrey would want her to ask as a matter of routine。
‘Simon’s always lived in Pagford； hasn’t he？’
‘No； he was born in the Fields；’ said Ruth。
‘Ah；’ said Shirley。
She peeled back the foil lid of her yoghurt； picked up her spoon and took a thoughtful mouthful。 The fact that Simon was likely to have a pro…Fields bias was； whatever his electoral prospects； worth knowing。
‘Will it be on the website； how you put your name forward？’ Ruth asked； still hoping for a late gush of helpfulness and enthusiasm。
‘Oh yes；’ said Shirley vaguely。 ‘I expect so。’
III
Andrew； Fats and twenty…seven others spent the last period on Wednesday afternoon in what Fats called ‘spazmatics’。 This was the second…from…bottom maths set； taken by the department’s most inpetent teacher： a blotchy…faced young woman fresh from teacher training； who was incapable of keeping good order； and who often seemed to be on the verge of tears。 Fats； who had set himself on a course of determined underachievement over the previous year； had been demoted to spazmatics from the top set。 Andrew； who had struggled with numbers all his life； lived in fear that he would be relegated to the very bottom set； along with Krystal Weedon and her cousin； Dane Tully。
Andrew and Fats sat at the back of the room together。 Occasionally； when he had tired of entertaining the class or whipping it into further disruption； Fats would show Andrew how to do a sum。 The level of noise was deafening。 Miss Harvey shouted over the top of them all； begging for quiet。 Worksheets were defaced by obscenities； people got up constantly to visit ea