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Fats had recently stopped calling her ‘Mum’。 She had to pretend not to care； because it made Colin so angry； but every time Fats said ‘Tessa’ it was like a needle jab to her heart。
The four of them finished their cold fruit in silence。
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VIII
Up in the little white house that sat high above the town； Simon Price fretted and brooded。 Days passed。 The accusatory post had vanished from the message boards； but Simon remained paralysed。 To withdraw his candidacy might seem like an admission of guilt。 The police had not e knocking about the puter； Simon half regretted throwing it off the old bridge now。 On the other hand； he could not decide whether he had imagined a knowing grin from the man behind the till when he handed over his credit card in the garage at the foot of the hill。 There was a lot of talk about redundancies at work； and Simon was still afraid of the contents of that post ing to the bosses’ ears； that they might save themselves redundancy pay by sacking himself； Jim and Tommy。
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Andrew watched and waited； losing hope every day。 He had tried to show the world what his father was； and the world； it seemed； had merely shrugged。 Andrew had imagined that someone from the printworks or the council would rise up and tell Simon firmly； ‘no’； that he was not fit to set himself up in petition with other people； that he was unsuitable and sub…standard； and must not disgrace himself or his family。 Yet nothing had happened； except that Simon stopped talking about the council or making telephone calls in the hope of garnering votes； and the leaflets that he had had printed out of hours at work sat untouched in a box in the porch。
Then； without warning or fanfare； came victory。 Heading down the dark stairs in search of food on Friday evening； Andrew heard Simon talking stiffly on the telephone in the sitting room； and paused to listen。
‘… withdraw my candidacy；’ he was saying。 ‘Yes。 Well； my personal circumstances have changed。 Yes。 Yes。 Yeah； that’s right。 OK。 Thank you。’
Andrew heard Simon replace the receiver。
‘Well； that’s that；’ his father said to his mother。 ‘I’m well out of it； if that’s the kind of shit they’re throwing around。’
He heard his mother return some muffled； approving rejoinder； and before Andrew had time to move； Simon had emerged into the hall below； drawn breath into his lungs and yelled the first syllable of Andrew’s name； before realizing that his son was right in front of him。
‘What are you doing？’
Simon’s face was half in shadow； lit only by the light escaping the sitting room。
‘I wanted a drink；’ Andrew lied； his father did not like the boys helping themselves to food。
‘You start work with Mollison this weekend； don’t you？’
‘Yeah。’
‘Right； well； you listen to me。 I want anything you can get on that bastard； d’you hear me？ All the dirt you can get。 And on his son； if you hear anything。’
‘All right；’ said Andrew。
‘And I’ll put it up on the fucking website for them；’ said Simon； and he walked back into the sitting room。 ‘Barry Fairbrother’s fucking ghost。’
As he scavenged an assortment of food that might not be missed； skimming off slices here； handfuls there； a jubilant jingle ran through Andrew’s mind： I stopped you； you bastard。 I stopped you。
He had done exactly what he had set out to do： Simon had no idea who had brought his ambitions to dust。 The silly sod was even demanding Andrew’s help in getting his revenge； a plete about…turn； because when Andrew had first told his parents that he had a job at the delicatessen； Simon had been furious。
‘You stupid little tit。 What about your fucking allergy？’
‘I thought I’d try not eating any of the nuts；’ said Andrew。
‘Don’t get smart with me； Pizza Face。 What if you eat one accidentally； like at St Thomas’s？ D’you think we want to go through that crap again？’
But Ruth had supported Andrew； telling Simon that Andrew was old enough to take care； to know better。 When Simon had left the room； she had tried to tell Andrew that Simon was only worried about him。
‘The only thing he’s worried about is that he’d have to miss bloody Match of the Day to take me to hospital。’
Andrew returned to his bedroom； where he sat shovelling food into his mouth with one hand and texting Fats with the other。
He thought that it was all over； finished； done with。 Andrew had never yet had reason to observe the first tiny bubble of fermenting yeast； in which was contained an inevitable； alchemical transformation。
VIII
The move to Pagford had been the worst thing that had ever happened to Gaia Bawden。 Excepting occasional visits to her father in Reading； London was all that she had ever known。 So incredulous had Gaia been； when Kay had first said that she wanted to move to a tiny West Country town； that it had been weeks before she took the threat seriously。 She had thought it one of Kay’s mad ideas； like the two chickens she had bought for their tiny back garden in Hackney （killed by a fox a week after purchase）； or deciding to ruin half their saucepans and permanently scar her own hand by making marmalade； when she hardly ever cooked。
Wrenched from friends she had had since primary school； from the house she had known since she was eight； from weekends that were； increasingly； about every kind of urban fun； Gaia had been plunged； over her pleas； threats and protests； into a life she had never dreamed existed。 Cobbled streets and no shops open past six o’clock； a munal life that seemed to revolve around the church； and where you could often hear birdsong and nothing else： Gaia felt as though she had fallen through a portal into a land lost in time。
She and Kay had clung tightly to each other all Gaia’s life （for her father had never lived with them； and Kay’s two successive relationships had never been formalized）； bickering； condoling and growing steadily more like flat…mates with the passing years。 Now； though； Gaia saw nothing but an enemy when she looked across the kitchen table。 Her only ambition was to return to London； by any means possible； and to make Kay as unhappy as she could； in revenge。 She could not decide whether it would punish Kay more to fail all her GCSEs； or to pass them； and try and get her father to agree to house her； while she attended a sixth…form college in London。 In the meantime； she had to exist in alien territory； where her looks and her accent； once instant passports to the most select social circles； had bee foreign currency。
Gaia had no desire to bee one of the popular students at Winterdown： she thought they were embarrassing； with their West Country accents and their pathetic ideas of what constituted entertainment。 Her determined pursuit of Sukhvinder Jawanda was； in part； a way of showing the in…crowd that she found them laughable； and partly because she was in a mood to feel kinship with anybody who seemed to have outsider status。
The fact that Sukhvinder had agreed to join Gaia as a waitress had moved their friendship to a different level。 In their next period of double biology； Gaia unbent as she had never done before； and Sukhvinder glimpsed； at last； part of the mysterious reason why this beautiful； cool newer had selected her as a friend。 Adjusting the focus on their shared microscope； Gaia muttered； ‘It’s so frigging white here； isn’t it？’
Sukhvinder heard herself saying ‘yeah’ before she had fully considered the question。 Gaia was still talking； but Sukhvinder was only half listening。 ‘So frigging white。’ She supposed that it was。
At St Thomas’s； she had been made to get up； the only brown person in the class； and talk about the Sikh religion。 She had stood obediently at the front of the class and told the story of the Sikh religion’s founder Guru Nanak； who disappeared into a river； and was believed drowned； but re…emerged after three days underwater to announce： ‘There is no Hindu； there is no Moslem。’
The other children had sniggered at the idea of anyone surviving underwater for three days。 Sukhvinder had not had the courage to point out that Jesus had died and then e back to life。 She had cut the story of Guru Nanak short