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首发偶发空缺 (临时空缺)-第67部分

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nd of the line had wanted to talk about Krystal Weedon。

Had he touched her?

Colin had told the woman that the school could not possibly discuss a pupil and that Krystal must be approached through her parents。

‘I’ve already talked to Krystal;’ said the voice on the end of the line。 ‘I only wanted to get your—’

But he had put the receiver down; and terror had blotted out everything。

Why did they want to talk about Krystal? Why had they called him? Had he done something? Had he touched her? Had she plained?

The psychologist had taught him not to try and confirm or disprove the content of such thoughts。 He was supposed to acknowledge their existence; then carry on as normal; but it was like trying not to scratch the worst itch you had ever known。 The public unveiling of Simon Price’s dirty secrets on the council website had stunned him: the terror of exposure; which had dominated so much of Colin’s life; now wore a face; its features those of an ageing cherub; with a demonic brain seething beneath a deerstalker on tight grey curls; behind bulging inquisitive eyes。 He kept remembering Barry’s tales of the delicatessen owner’s formidable strategic brain; and of the intricate web of alliances that bound the sixteen members of Pagford Parish Council。

Colin had often imagined how he would find out that the game was up: a guarded article in the paper; faces turned away from him when he entered Mollison and Lowe’s; the headmistress calling him into her office for a quiet word。 He had visualized his downfall a thousand times: his shame exposed and hung around his neck like a leper’s bell; so that no concealment would be possible; ever again。 He would be sacked。 He might end up in prison。

‘Colin;’ Tessa prompted quietly; Vikram was offering him wine。

She knew what was going on inside that big domed forehead; not the specifics; but the theme of his anxiety had been constant for years。 She knew that Colin could not help it; it was the way he was made。 Many years before; she had read; and recognized as true; the words of W。 B。 Yeats: ‘A pity beyond all telling is hid at the heart of love。’ She had smiled over the poem; and stroked the page; because she had known both that she loved Colin; and that passion formed a huge part of her love。

Sometimes; though; her patience wore thin。 Sometimes she wanted a little concern and reassurance too。 Colin had erupted into a predictable panic when she had told him that she had received a firm diagnosis of Type 2 diabetes; but once she had convinced him that she was not in imminent danger of dying; she had been taken aback by how quickly he dropped the subject; how pletely he reimmersed himself in his election plans。

(That morning; at breakfast; she had tested her blood sugar with the glueter for the first time; then taken out the prefilled needle and inserted it into her own belly。 It had hurt much more than when deft Parminder did it。

Fats had seized his cereal bowl and swung round in his chair away from her; sloshing milk over the table; the sleeve of his school shirt and onto the kitchen floor。 Colin had let out an inchoate shout of annoyance as Fats spat his mouthful of cornflakes back into his bowl; and demanded of his mother; ‘Have you got to do that at the bloody table?’

‘Don’t be so damn rude and disgusting!’ shouted Colin。 ‘Sit up properly! Wipe up that mess! How dare you speak to your mother like that? Apologize!’

Tessa withdrew the needle too fast; she had made herself bleed。

‘I’m sorry that you shooting up at breakfast makes me want to puke; Tess;’ said Fats from under the table; where he was wiping the floor with a bit of kitchen roll。

‘Your mother isn’t “shooting up”; she’s got a medical condition!’ shouted Colin。 ‘And don’t call her “Tess”!’

‘I know you don’t like needles; Stu;’ said Tessa; but her eyes were stinging; she had hurt herself; and felt shaken and angry with both of them; feelings that were still with her this evening。)

Tessa wondered why Parminder did not appreciate Vikram’s concern。 Colin never noticed when she was stressed。 Perhaps; Tessa thought angrily; there’s something in this arranged marriage business … my mother certainly wouldn’t have chosen Colin for me …

Parminder was shoving bowls of cut fruit across the table for pudding。 Tessa wondered a little resentfully what she would have offered a guest who was not diabetic; and forted herself with the thought of a bar of chocolate lying at home in the fridge。

Parminder; who had talked five times as much as anybody else all through supper; had started ranting about her daughter; Sukhvinder。 She had already told Tessa on the telephone about the girl’s betrayal; she went through it all again at the table。

‘Waitressing with Howard Mollison。 I don’t; I really don’t know what she’s thinking。 But Vikram—’

‘They don’t think; Minda;’ Colin proclaimed; breaking his long silence。 ‘That’s teenagers。 They don’t care。 They’re all the same。’

‘Colin; what rubbish;’ snapped Tessa。 ‘They aren’t all the same at all。 We’d be delighted if Stu went and got himself a Saturday job – not that there’s the remotest chance of that。’

‘—but Vikram doesn’t mind;’ Parminder pressed on; ignoring the interruption。 ‘He can’t see anything wrong with it; can you?’

Vikram answered easily: ‘It’s work experience。 She probably won’t make university; there’s no shame in it。 It’s not for everyone。 I can see Jolly married early; quite happy。’

‘Waitressing  …’

‘Well; they can’t all be academic; can they?’

‘No; she certainly isn’t academic;’ said Parminder; who was almost quivering with anger and tension。 ‘Her marks are absolutely atrocious – no aspiration; no ambition – waitressing – “let’s face it; I’m not going to get into uni” – no; you certainly won’t; with that attitude – with Howard Mollison … oh; he must have absolutely loved it – my daughter going cap in hand for a job。 What was she thinking – what was she thinking?’

‘You wouldn’t like it if Stu took a job with someone like Mollison;’ Colin told Tessa。

‘I wouldn’t care;’ said Tessa。 ‘I’d be thrilled he was showing any kind of work ethic。 As far as I can tell; all he seems to care about is puter games and—’

But Colin did not know that Stuart smoked; she broke off; and Colin said; ‘Actually; this would be exactly the kind of thing Stuart would do。 Insinuate himself with somebody he knew we didn’t like; to get at us。 He’d love that。’

‘For goodness sake; Colin; Sukhvinder isn’t trying to get at Minda;’ said Tessa。

‘So you think I’m being unreasonable?’ Parminder shot at Tessa。

‘No; no;’ said Tessa; appalled at how quickly they had been sucked into the family row。 ‘I’m just saying; there aren’t many places for kids to work in Pagford; are there?’

‘And why does she need to work at all?’ said Parminder; raising her hands in a gesture of furious exasperation。 ‘Don’t we give her enough money?’

‘Money you earn yourself is always different; you know that;’ said Tessa。

Tessa’s chair faced a wall that was covered in photographs of the Jawanda children。 She had sat here often; and had counted how many appearances each child made: Jaswant; eighteen; Rajpal; nieen; and Sukhvinder; nine。 There was only one photograph on the wall celebrating Sukhvinder’s individual achievements: the picture of the Winterdown rowing team on the day that they had beaten St Anne’s。 Barry had given all the parents an enlarged copy of this picture; in which Sukhvinder and Krystal Weedon were in the middle of the line of eight; with their arms around each other’s shoulders; beaming and jumping up and down so that they were both slightly blurred。

Barry; she thought; would have helped Parminder see things the right way。 He had been a bridge between mother and daughter; both of whom had adored him。

Not for the first time; Tessa wondered how much difference it made that she had not given birth to her son。 Did she find it easier to accept him as a separate individual than if he had been made from her flesh and blood? Her glucose…heavy; tainted blood …

Fats had recently stopped calling her ‘Mum’。 She had 
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