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首发偶发空缺 (临时空缺)-第31部分

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‘Well; there won’t be any … any trouble about it; will there?’

Simon was seized with a brutal urge to punish her for intuiting his own fears and for stoking them with her anxiety。

‘Yeah; well; I wasn’t going to say anything;’ he said; speaking slowly; giving himself time to make up a story; ‘but there was a bit of trouble when they were nicked; as it turns out。’ Andrew and Paul paused in their eating and stared。 ‘Some security guard got beaten up。 I didn’t know anything about it till it was too late。 I only hope there’s no eback。’

Ruth could barely breathe。 She could not believe the evenness of his tone; the calmness with which he spoke of violent robbery。 This explained his mood when he had e home; this explained everything。

‘That’s why it’s essential nobody mentions we’ve got it;’ said Simon。

He subjected each of them to a fierce glare; to impress the dangers on them by sheer force of personality。

‘We won’t;’ Ruth breathed。

Her rapid imagination was already showing her the police at the door; the puter examined; Simon arrested; wrongly accused of aggravated assault – jailed。

‘Did you hear Dad?’ she said to her sons; in a voice barely louder than a whisper。 ‘You mustn’t tell anybody we’ve got a new puter。’

‘It should be all right;’ said Simon。 ‘It should be fine。 As long as everyone keeps their traps shut。’

He turned his attention back to his shepherd’s pie。 Ruth’s eyes flittered from Simon to her sons and back again。 Paul was pushing food around his plate; silent; frightened。

But Andrew had not believed a word his father said。

You’re a lying fucking bastard。 You just like scaring her。

When the meal was finished; Simon got up and said; ‘Well; let’s see whether the bloody thing works; at least。 You;’ he pointed at Paul; ‘go and get it out of the box and put it carefully – carefully – on the stand。 You;’ he pointed at Andrew; ‘you do puting; don’t you? You can tell me what to do。’

Simon led the way into the sitting room。 Andrew knew that he was trying to catch them out; that he wanted them to mess up: Paul; who was small and nervous; might drop the puter; and he; Andrew; was sure to blunder。 Behind them in the kitchen; Ruth was clattering around; clearing away the dinner things。 She; at least; was out of the immediate line of fire。

Andrew went to assist Paul as he lifted the hard drive。

‘He can do it; he’s not that much of a pussy!’ snapped Simon。

By a miracle; Paul; his arms trembling; set it down on the stand without mishap; then waited with his arms dangling limply at his sides; blocking Simon’s access to the machine。

‘Get out of my way; you stupid little prick;’ Simon shouted。 Paul scurried off to watch from behind the sofa。 Simon picked up a lead at random and addressed Andrew。

‘Where do I put this?’

Up your arse; you bastard。

‘If you give it to me—’

‘I’m asking where I fucking put it!’ roared Simon。 ‘You do puting – tell me where it goes!’

Andrew leaned around the back of the puter; he instructed Simon wrong at first; but then; by chance; got the right socket。

They had nearly finished by the time Ruth joined them in the sitting room。 Andrew could tell; from one fleeting look at her; that she did not want the thing to work; that she wanted Simon to dump it somewhere; and never mind the eighty quid。

Simon sat down in front of the monitor。 After several fruitless attempts; he realized that the cordless mouse had no batteries in it。 Paul was sent sprinting from the room to fetch some from the kitchen。 When he held them out to his father on his return; Simon snatched them out of his hand; as if Paul might try and whip them away。

His tongue down between his lower teeth and his lip; so that his chin bulged out stupidly; Simon made an exaggerated over…fiddling business of inserting the batteries。 He always pulled this mad; brutish face as a warning that he was reaching the end of his tether; descending into the place where he could not be held accountable for his actions。 Andrew imagined walking out and leaving his father to it; depriving him of the audience he preferred when working himself up; he could almost feel the mouse hitting him behind the ear as; in his imagination; he turned his back。
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‘Get – fucking – IN!’

Simon began to emit the low; animal noise; unique to him; that matched his aggressively wadded face。

‘Uhhlll … uhhlll … CUNTING THING! You fucking do it! You! You’ve got pissy little girl’s fingers!’

Simon slammed the control and the batteries into Paul’s chest。 Paul’s hands shook as he fitted the little metal tubes into place; he snapped the plastic cover shut and held the controls back out to his father。

‘Thank you; Pauline。’

Simon’s chin was still jutting like a Neanderthal’s。 He habitually acted as though inanimate objects were conspiring to irritate him。 Once again he placed the mouse on the mat。

Let it work。

A small white arrow appeared on screen and swooped cheerily around at Simon’s mand。

A tourniquet of fear was released; relief gushed through three of the watchers; Simon stopped pulling his Neanderthal face。 Andrew visualized a line of Japanese men and woman in white coats: the people who had assembled this flawless machine; all of them with delicate; dextrous fingers like Paul’s; they were bowing to him; sweetly civilized and gentle。 Silently; Andrew blessed them and their families。 They would never know how much had hung on this particular machine working。

Ruth; Andrew and Paul waited attentively while Simon put the puter through its paces。 He brought up menus; had difficulty getting rid of them; clicked icons whose functions he did not understand; and was confused by the outes; but he had descended from the plateau of dangerous rage。 Having blundered his way back to the desktop; he said; looking up at Ruth; ‘Seems all right; doesn’t it?’

‘It’s great!’ she said at once; forcing a smile; as though the last half…hour had not happened; he had bought the machine at Dixons; and connected it without the threat of violence。 ‘It’s faster; Simon。 Much faster than the last one。’

He hasn’t opened the inter yet; you silly woman。

‘Yeah; I thought that too。’

He glared at his two sons。

‘This is brand new and expensive; so you two treat it with respect; you understand? And don’t tell anyone we’ve got it;’ Simon added; and a gust of renewed malice chilled the room。 ‘All right? Do you understand me?’

They nodded again。 Paul’s face was tight and pinched。 Unseen by his father; he traced a figure of eight on the outside of his leg with his slender forefinger。

‘And one of you draw the bloody curtains。 Why are they still open?’

Because we’ve all been standing here; watching you behave like a prick。

Andrew pulled the curtains shut and left the room。

Even after he had reached his bedroom and lain back down on his bed; Andrew was unable to resume his pleasurable meditations on the person of Gaia Bawden。 The prospect of his father standing for the council had loomed out of nowhere like some gigantic iceberg; casting its shadow over everything; even Gaia。

For all of Andrew’s life; Simon had been a contented prisoner of his own contempt for other people; making his house a fortress against the world where his will was law; and where his mood constituted the family’s daily weather。 As he had grown older; Andrew had bee aware that his family’s almost total isolation was not typical; and bee slightly embarrassed by it。 Friends’ parents would ask him where he lived; unable to place his family; they would ask casual questions about whether his mother or father intended to e to social events or fundraisers。 Sometimes they remembered Ruth from the primary school years; when mothers mixed in the playground。 She was much more sociable than Simon。 Perhaps; if she had not married such an antisocial man; she would have been more like Fats’ mother; meeting friends for lunch or dinner; busily connected to the town。

On the very rare occasions that Simon came face to face with a person whom he felt it worth courting; he adopted a salt…of…the…earth bluff persona that made Andrew cringe。 Simon woul
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