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首发偶发空缺 (临时空缺)-第88部分

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ble; where Aubrey and Shirley were questioning him with their eyes。

‘Barry Fairbrother’s Ghost;’ he told them in an undertone; as he lowered himself gingerly into the plastic chair (one of them had collapsed under him two meetings ago)。 ‘And Bellchapel。 And there’s Tony!’ he shouted; making Aubrey jump。 ‘e on in; Tony … we’ll give Henry and Sheila another couple of minutes; shall we?’

The murmur of talk around the table was slightly more subdued than usual。 Alison Jenkins was already writing in her notebook。 Howard thought angrily; This is all bloody Fairbrother’s fault。 He was the one who had invited the press in。 For a split second; Howard thought of Barry and the Ghost as one and the same; a troublemaker alive and dead。

Like Shirley; Parminder had brought a stack of papers with her to the meeting; and these were piled up underneath the agenda she was pretending to read so that she did not have to speak to anybody。 In reality; she was thinking about the woman sitting almost directly behind her。 The Yarvil and District Gazette had written about Catherine Weedon’s collapse; and the family’s plaints against their GP。 Parminder had not been named; but doubtless the journalist knew who she was。 Perhaps Alison had got wind of the anonymous post about Parminder on the Parish Council website too。

Calm down。 You’re getting like Colin。

Howard was already taking apologies and asking for revisions to the last set of minutes; but Parminder could barely hear over the sound of her own blood thudding in her ears。

‘Now; unless anybody’s got any objections;’ said Howard; ‘we’re going to deal with items eight and nine first; because District Councillor Fawley’s got news on both; and he can’t stay long—’

‘Got until eight thirty;’ said Aubrey; checking his watch。

‘—yes; so unless there are objections – no? – floor’s yours; Aubrey。’

Aubrey stated the position simply and without emotion。 There was a new boundary review ing and; for the first time; there was an appetite beyond Pagford to reassign the Fields to Yarvil。 Absorbing Pagford’s relatively small costs seemed worthwhile to those who hoped to add anti…government votes to Yarvil’s tally; where they might make a difference; as opposed to being wasted in Pagford; which had been a safe Conservative seat since the 1950s。 The whole thing could be done under the guise of simplifying and streamlining: Yarvil provided almost all services for the place as it was。

Aubrey concluded by saying that it would be helpful; should Pagford wish to cut the estate away; for the town to express its wishes for the benefit of the District Council。

‘… a good; clear message from you;’ he said; ‘and I really think that this time—’

‘It’s never worked before;’ said a farmer; to muttered agreement。

‘Well; now; John; we’ve never been invited to state our position before;’ said Howard。

‘Shouldn’t we decide what our position is; before we declare it publicly?’ asked Parminder; in an icy voice。

‘All right;’ said Howard blandly。 ‘Would you like to kick off; Dr Jawanda?’

‘I don’t know how many people saw Barry’s article in the Gazette;’ said Parminder。 Every face was turned towards her; and she tried not to think about the anonymous post or the journalist sitting behind her。 ‘I thought it made the arguments for keeping the Fields part of Pagford very well。’

Parminder saw Shirley; who was writing busily; give her pen a tiny smile。

‘By telling us the likes of Krystal Weedon benefit?’ said an elderly woman called Betty; from the end of the table。 Parminder had always detested her。

‘By reminding us that people living in the Fields are part of our munity too;’ she answered。

‘They think of themselves as from Yarvil;’ said the farmer。 ‘Always have。’

‘I remember;’ said Betty; ‘when Krystal Weedon pushed another child into the river on a nature walk。’

‘No; she didn’t;’ said Parminder angrily; ‘my daughter was there – that was two boys who were fighting – anyway—’

‘I heard it was Krystal Weedon;’ said Betty。

‘You heard wrong;’ said Parminder; except that she did not say it; she shouted it。

They were shocked。 She had shocked herself。 The echo hummed off the old walls。 Parminder could barely swallow; she kept her head down; staring at the agenda; and heard John’s voice from a long way off。

‘Barry would’ve done better to talk about himself; not that girl。 He got a lot out of St Thomas’s。’

‘Trouble is; for every Barry;’ said another woman; ‘you get a load of yobs。’

‘They’re Yarvil people; bottom line;’ said a man; ‘they belong to Yarvil。’

‘That’s not true;’ said Parminder; keeping her voice deliberately low; but they all fell silent to listen to her; waiting for her to shout again。 ‘It’s simply not true。 Look at the Weedons。 That was the whole point of Barry’s article。 They were a Pagford family going back years; but—’

‘They moved to Yarvil!’ said Betty。

‘There was no housing here;’ said Parminder; fighting her own temper; ‘none of you wanted a new development on the outskirts of town。’

‘You weren’t here; I’m sorry;’ said Betty; pink in the face; looking ostentatiously away from Parminder。 ‘You don’t know the history。’

Talk had bee general: the meeting had broken into several little knots of conversation; and Parminder could not make out any of it。 Her throat was tight and she did not dare meet anyone’s eyes。

‘Shall we have a show of hands?’ Howard shouted down the table; and silence fell again。 ‘Those in favour of telling the District Council that Pagford will be happy for the parish boundary to be redrawn; to take the Fields out of our jurisdiction?’

Parminder’s fists were clenched in her lap and the nails of both her hands were embedded in their palms。 There was a rustle of sleeves all around her。

‘Excellent!’ said Howard; and the jubilation in his voice rang triumphantly from the rafters。 ‘Well; I’ll draft something with Tony and Helen and we’ll send it round for everyone to see; and we’ll get it off。 Excellent!’

A couple of councillors clapped。 Parminder’s vision blurred and she blinked hard。 The agenda swam in and out of focus。 The silence went on so long that finally she looked up: Howard; in his excitement; had had recourse to his inhaler; and most of the councillors were watching solicitously。

‘All right; then;’ wheezed Howard; putting the inhaler away again; red in the face and beaming; ‘unless anyone’s got anything else to add –’ an infinitesimal pause ‘– item nine。 Bellchapel。 And Aubrey’s got something to tell us here too。’

Barry wouldn’t have let it happen。 He’d have argued。 He’d have made John laugh and vote with us。 He ought to have written about himself; not Krystal … I’ve let him down。

‘Thank you; Howard;’ said Aubrey; as the blood pounded in Parminder’s ears; and she dug her nails still more deeply into her palms。 ‘As you know; we’re having to make some pretty drastic cuts at District level …’

She was in love with me; which she could barely hide whenever she laid eyes on me …

‘… and one of the projects we’ve got to look at is Bellchapel;’ said Aubrey。 ‘I thought I’d have a word; because; as you all know; it’s the Parish that owns the building—’

‘—and the lease is almost up;’ said Howard。 ‘That’s right。’

‘But nobody else is interested in that old place; are they?’ asked a retired accountant from the end of the table。 ‘It’s in a bad state; from what I’ve heard。’

‘Oh; I’m sure we could find a new tenant;’ said Howard fortably; ‘but that’s not really the issue。 The point is whether we think the clinic is doing a good—’

‘That’s not the point at all;’ said Parminder; cutting across him。 ‘It isn’t the Parish Council’s job to decide whether or not the clinic’s doing a good job。 We don’t fund their work。 They’re not our responsibility。’

‘But we own the building;’ said Howard; still smiling; still polite; ‘so I think it’s natural for us to want to consider—’

‘If we’re going to look at information on the clinic’s work; I think it’s very important that we get a balanced picture;’ said Parminder。

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