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首发偶发空缺 (临时空缺)-第86部分

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 knew Howard’s stock phrases; and had endured Maureen’s prurient interest in all of their home lives; they had smirked together at her wrinkled knees in the too…short waitress’s dress and had exchanged; like traders in a foreign land; small nuggets of personal information。 Thus the girls knew that Andrew’s father had been sacked; Andrew and Sukhvinder knew that Gaia was working to save for a train ticket back to Hackney; and he and Gaia knew that Sukhvinder’s mother hated her working for Howard Mollison。

‘Where’s your Fat friend?’ she asked; as the three of them fell into step together。

‘Dunno;’ said Andrew。 ‘Haven’t seen him。’

‘No loss;’ said Gaia。 ‘How many of those do you smoke a day?’

‘Don’t count;’ said Andrew; elated by her interest。 ‘D’you want one?’

‘No;’ said Gaia。 ‘I don’t like smoking。’

He wondered instantly whether the dislike extended to kissing people who smoked。 Niamh Fairbrother had not plained when he had stuck his tongue into her mouth at the school disco。

‘Doesn’t Marco smoke?’ asked Sukhvinder。

‘No; he’s always in training;’ said Gaia。

Andrew had bee almost inured to the thought of Marco de Luca by now。 There were advantages to Gaia being safeguarded; as it were; by an allegiance beyond Pagford。 The power of the photographs of them together on her Facebook page had been blunted by his familiarity with them。 He did not think it was his own wishful thinking that the messages she and Marco left for each other were being less frequent and less friendly。 He could not know what was happening by telephone or email; but he was sure that Gaia’s air; when he was mentioned; was dispirited。

‘Oh; there he is;’ said Gaia。

It was not the handsome Marco who had e into view; but Fats Wall; who was talking to Dane Tully outside the newsagent’s。

Sukhvinder braked; but Gaia grabbed her upper arm。

‘You can walk where you like;’ she said; tugging her gently onwards; her flecked green eyes narrowing as they approached the place where Fats and Dane were smoking。

‘All right; Arf;’ called Fats; as the three of them came close。

‘Fats;’ said Andrew。

Trying to head off trouble; especially Fats bullying Sukhvinder in front of Gaia; he asked; ‘Did you get my text?’

‘What text?’ said Fats。 ‘Oh yeah – that thing about Si? You leaving; then; are you?’

It was said with a cavalier indifference that Andrew could only attribute to the presence of Dane Tully。

‘Yeah; maybe;’ said Andrew。

‘Where are you going?’ asked Gaia。

‘My old man’s been offered a job in Reading;’ said Andrew。

‘Oh; that’s where my dad lives!’ said Gaia in surprise。 ‘We could hang out when I go and stay。 The festival’s awesome。 D’you wanna get a sandwich; then; Sooks?’

Andrew was so stupefied by her voluntary offer to spend time with him; that she had disappeared into the newsagent’s before he could gather his wits and agree。 For a moment; the dirty bus stop; the newsagent’s; even Dane Tully; tattooed and shabby in a T…shirt and tracksuit bottoms; seemed to glow with an almost celestial light。

‘Well; I got things to do;’ said Fats。

Dane sniggered。 Before Andrew could say anything or offer to acpany him; he had loped away。

Fats was sure that Andrew would be nonplussed and hurt by his cool attitude; and he was glad of it。 Fats did not ask himself why he was glad; or why a general desire to cause pain had bee his overriding emotion in the last few days。 He had lately decided that questioning your own motives was inauthentic; a refinement of his personal philosophy that had made it altogether easier to follow。

As he headed into the Fields; Fats thought about what had happened at home the previous evening; when his mother had entered his bedroom for the first time since Cubby had punched him。

(‘That message about your father on the Parish Council website;’ she had said。 ‘I’ve got to ask you this; Stuart; and I wish – Stuart; did you write it?’

It had taken her a few days to summon the courage to accuse him; and he was prepared。

‘No;’ he said。

Perhaps it would have been more authentic to say yes; but he had preferred not to; and he did not see why he should have to justify himself。

‘You didn’t?’ she repeated; with no change of tone or expression。

‘No;’ he repeated。

‘Because very; very few people know what Dad … what he worries about。’

‘Well; it wasn’t me。’

‘The post went up the same evening that Dad and you had the row; and Dad hit—’

‘I’ve told you; I didn’t do it。’

‘You know he’s ill; Stuart。’

‘Yeah; so you keep telling me。’

‘I keep telling you because it’s true! He can’t help it – he’s got a serious mental illness that causes him untold distress and misery。’

Fats’ mobile had beeped; and he had glanced down at a text from Andrew。 He read it and experienced an air punch to the midriff: Arf leaving for good。

‘I’m talking to you; Stuart—’

‘I know – what?’

‘All these posts – Simon Price; Parminder; Dad – these are all people you know。 If you’re behind all this—’

‘I’ve told you; I’m not。’

‘—you’re causing untold damage。 Serious; awful damage; Stuart; to people’s lives。’

Fats was trying to imagine life without Andrew。 They had known each other since they were four。

‘It’s not me;’ he had said。)

Serious; awful damage to people’s lives。

They had made their lives; Fats thought scornfully as he turned into Foley Road。 The victims of the Ghost of Barry Fairbrother were mired in hypocrisy and lies; and they didn’t like the exposure。 They were stupid bugs running from bright light。 They knew nothing about real life。

He could see a house ahead that had a bald tyre lying on the grass in front of it。 He had a strong suspicion that that was Krystal’s; and when he saw the number; he knew he was right。 He had never been here before。 He would never have agreed to meet her at her home during the lunch hour a couple of weeks ago; but things changed。 He had changed。

They said that her mother was a prostitute。 She was certainly a junkie。 Krystal had told him that the house would be empty because her mother would be at Bellchapel Addiction Clinic; receiving her allotted amount of methadone。 Fats walked up the garden path without slowing; but with unexpected trepidation。

Krystal had been on the watch for him; from her bedroom window。 She had closed the doors of every room downstairs; so that all he would see was the hall; she had thrown everything that had spilt into it back into the sitting room and kitchen。 The carpet was gritty and burnt in places; and the wallpaper stained; but she could do nothing about that。 There had been none of the pine…scented disinfectant left; but she had found some bleach and sloshed that around the kitchen and bathroom; both of them sources of the worst smells in the house。

When he knocked; she ran downstairs。 They did not have long; Terri would probably be back with Robbie at one。 Not long to make a baby。

‘Hiya;’ she said; when she opened the door。

‘All right?’ said Fats; blowing out smoke through his nostrils。

He did not know what he had expected。 His first glimpse of the interior of the house was of a grimy bare box。 There was no furniture。 The closed doors to his left and ahead were strangely ominous。

‘Are we the only ones here?’ he asked as he crossed the threshold。

‘Yeah;’ said Krystal。 ‘We c’n go upstairs。 My room。’

She led the way。 The deeper inside they went; the worse the smell became: mingled bleach and filth。 Fats tried not to care。 All doors were closed on the landing; except one。 Krystal went inside。

Fats did not want to be shocked; but there was nothing in the room except a mattress; which was covered with a sheet and a bare duvet; and a small pile of clothes heaped up in a corner。 A few pictures ripped from tabloid newspapers were sellotaped to the wall; a mixture of pop stars and celebrities。

Krystal had made her collage the previous day; in imitation of the one on Nikki’s bedroom wall。 Knowing that Fats was ing over; she had wanted to make the room more hospitable。 She had drawn the thin curtains。 They gave a blueish tinge to daylight。

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