Part Five Chapter III

tercetTo Gavins chagrin, it happen uponmed that he would seduce to assist Howard Mollisons birthday comp some(prenominal) after(prenominal) entirely. If bloody shame, a client of the firm and the widow of his best friend, had asked him to stay for dinner party, he would shake considered himself more than justified in skipping it unless Mary had non asked him to stay. She had family visiting, and she had been inquisitively fluster when he had moody up.She doesnt want them to last, he position, taking comfor control panelness in her self-consciousness as she us hered him towards the door.He drove back down to the Smithy, replaying his chew unwrap with Kay in his mind.I thought he was your best friend. Hes only been unawares a few weeksYeah, and I was looking after her for Barry, he retorted in his head, which is what hed take hold wanted. Neither of us expected this to happen. Barrys dead. It cant hurt him now.Al genius in the Smithy he looked fall forbidden a clean suit for the party, because the invitation state formal, and tried to imagine gossipy footling Pagford relishing the story of Gavin and Mary.So what? he thought, staggered by his witness bra rattling. Is she supposed to be totally for ever so? It happens. I was looking after her.And in spite of his reluctance to attend a party that was sure to be dull and exhausting, he was buoyed inside by a picayune bubble of excite workforcet and happiness.Up in Hill turn over House, Andrew Price was styling his hair with his gos blow-drier. He had never looked forward to a disco or a party as much as he had abundanted for tonight. He, atomic number 32 and Sukhvinder were cosmos paid by Howard to serve fodder and drinks at the party. Howard had hired him a uniform for the occasion a livid shirt, black trousers and a turn outside(a) tie. He would be working on board atomic number 32, non as pot male child merely as a waiter. exactly there was more to his anticipation than th is. atomic number 32 had split up with the legendary Marco de Luca. He had found her crying near it in the back integrity thousand of the Copper Kettle that afternoon, when he had gone outside for a smoke.His loss, Andrew had verbalise, assay to clench the delight out of his voice.And she had sniffed and verbalize, Cheers, Andy.You unretentive poofter, say Simon, when Andrew finally sullen off the drier. He had been waiting to say it for several(prenominal) minutes, standing on the dark landing, gaze through with(predicate) and through the gap in the door, which was ajar, observance Andrew overcharge himself in the mirror. Andrew jumped, then laughed. His respectable climate discomposed Simon.Look at you, he jeered, as Andrew passed him on the landing in his shirt and bow tie. With your dicky-bow. You look a twat.And youre unemployed, and I did it to you, dickhead.Andrews feelings about what he had done to his sky pilot changed almost hourly. Sometimes the guilt w ould bear stamp out on him, tainting every amour, merely then it would melt a elbow room(predicate), leaving him glorying in his secret triumph. Tonight, the thought of it gave unembellished heat to the excitement burning beneath Andrews thin w fixe shirt, an extra tingle to the goose-flesh caused by the rush of horizontaling air as he sped, on Simons racing bike, fine-tune the hill into towns population. He was excited, just of hope. germanium was available and vulnerable. Her arrest lived in Reading.Shirley Mollison was standing in a party dress outside the church sign of the zodiac when he cyc guide up, tying teras gold helium balloons in the shapes of fives and sixes to the railings.Hello, Andrew, she trilled. Bike away from the entrance, please.He rotate it on to the corner, passing a brand-new, racing green BMW convertible station feet away. He passing gameed more or less the car on his way inside, taking in the luxurious inner fittings.And heres AndyAndrew s aw at once that his bosss good humour and excitement were bear on to his own. Howard was striding spile the hall, wearing an immense velvet dinner jacket he resembled a conjuror. on that point were only five or six other good deal dotted around the party would not start for twenty minutes. Blue, white and gold balloons had been fastened up everywhere. in that location was a massive trestle table undecomposed-sizely covered in plates captive with tea-towels, and at the top of the hall a middle-aged DJ telescope up his equipment.Go help Maureen, Andy, will you?She was laying out glaze at one end of the long table, caught gaudily in a stream of light from an overhead lamp.Dont you look commit most she croaked as he approached.She was wearing a scant, stretchy shiny dress that revealed every limn of the bony body to which unexpected little rolls and pads of flesh nonoperational clung, clear by the unfor braggart(a) fabric. From whatsoeverwhere out of sight came a subalte rn hi germanium was crouching over a cuff of plates on the floor.Glasses out of boxes, please, Andy, state Maureen, and set them up here, where were having the bar.He did as he was told. As he unpacked the box, a woman he had never tickn sooner approached, carrying several bottles of champagne.These should go in the fridge, if there is one.She had Howards straight nose, Howards big blue eyeball and Howards curly fair hair, notwithstanding whereas his features were womanish, softened by fat, his daughter she had to be his daughter was unpretty yet striking, with low brows, big eyes and a shot chin. She was wearing trousers and an open-necked silk shirt. After dumping the bottles onto the table she turned away. Her demeanour, and whatsoeverthing about the try of her clothing, made Andrew sure that she was the owner of the BMW outside.Thats Patricia, whispered germanium in his ear, and his beat tingled once again as though she carried an electric charge. Howards daughter.Y eah, I thought so, he verbalise, provided he was much more interested to see that germanium was unscrewing the cap of a bottle of vodka and pouring out a measure. As he watched, she drank it straight off with a little shudder. She had barely replaced the top when Maureen reappeared beside them with an ice bucket.Bloody old slapper, express germanium, as Maureen walked away, and Andrew smelt the spirits on her breath. Look at the state of her.He laughed, turned and stop abruptly, because Shirley was amend beside them, smiling her pussycat smile.Has Miss Jawanda not arrived yet? she asked.Shes on her way, she just texted me, say Gaia. hardly Shirley did not in truth care where Sukhvinder was. She had over comprehend Andrew and Gaias little exchange about Maureen, and it had comp allowely restored the good mood that had been dented by Maureens evident delight in her own toilette. It was difficult to satisfactorily pierce self-esteem so obtuse, so deluded, but as Shirley walked a way from the teenagers towards the DJ, she mean what she would say to Howard the next time she saw him alone.Im afraid the young ones were, well, laughing at Maureen its such a pity she wore that dress I detest seeing her crap a fool of herself.There was plenty to be dexterous about, Shirley reminded herself, for she ask a little bolstering tonight. She and Howard and Miles were all departure to be on the council to set abouther it would be marvellous, simply marvellous.She checked that the DJ knew that Howards preferent song was The Green, Green sight of Home, Tom Jones version, and looked around for more little jobs to do but instead her gaze fell upon the reason that her happiness, tonight, had not quite that perfect quality she had anticipated.Patricia was standing alone, staring up at the Pagford coat of sections on the wall, and making no effort to talk to anybody. Shirley wished that Patricia would wear a skirt sometimes but at to the lowest degree she had arriv ed alone. Shirley had been afraid that the BMW ability contain another soulfulness, and that absence was something gained.You werent supposed to shun your own child you were supposed to handle them no matter what, even if they were not what you wanted, even if they turned out to be the harming of person that you would take up crossed the street to avoid had you not been related. Howard similarlyk a large view of the livelong matter he even joked about it, in a mild way, beyond Patricias hearing. Shirley could not rise to those heights of detachment. She matte compelled to join Patricia, in the vague, unconscious hope that she energy dilute the inquisitiveness she was afraid everyone else would smell by her own exemplary dress and behaviour.Do you want a drink, darling?Not yet, utter Patricia, nevertheless staring up at the Pagford arms. I had a heavy night work night. Probably up to now over the limit. We were out drinking with Mellys office pals.Shirley smiled mistil y up at the crest above them.Mellys fine, thanks for asking, utter Patricia.Oh, good, verbalise Shirley.I wish well the invitation, verbalize Patricia. Pat and guest.Im sorry, darling, but thats just what you order, you grapple, when masses arent married Ah, thats what it says in Debretts, does it? Well, Melly didnt want to make sense if she wasnt even named on the invitation, so we had a massive row, and here I am, alone. Result, eh?Patricia stalked away towards the drinks, leaving Shirley a little shaken behind her. Patricias rages had been frightening even as a child.Youre late, Miss Jawanda, she called, recovering her composure as a flustered Sukhvinder came hurrying towards her. In Shirleys opinion, the girl was demonstrating a kind of insolence round up at all, after what her begin had said to Howard, here, in this very hall. She watched her hurry to join Andrew and Gaia, and thought that she would separate Howard that they ought to let Sukhvinder go. She was ta rdy, and there was be desire a hygiene issue with the eczema she was hiding under the long-sleeved black jersey Shirley made a mental note to check whether it was contagious, on her favored medical website.Guests began to arrive promptly at eight oclock. Howard told Gaia to seeded player and stand beside him and collect coats, because he wanted everyone to see him ordering her around by name, in that little black dress and frilly apron. besides there were soon too legion(predicate) coats for her to carry alone, so he summoned Andrew to help.Nick a bottle, Gaia ordered Andrew, as they hung coats three and quaternity deep in the tiny cloakroom, and hide it in the kitchen. We can put on it in turns to go and build some.OK, said Andrew, elated.Gavin cried Howard, as his sons better half came through the door alone at half-past eight.Kay not with you, Gavin? asked Shirley swiftly (Maureen was changing into glittering stilettos behind the trestle table, so there was very little time to slip ones mind a march on her).No, she couldnt make it, unfortunately, said Gavin then, to his horror, he came depend to establishment with Gaia, who was waiting to take his coat.Mum could take for made it, said Gaia, in a clear, carrying voice, as she glared at him. But Gavins dumped her, havent you, Gav?Howard clapped Gavin on the shoulder, pretension he had not heard, and boomed, Great to see you, go get yourself a drink.Shirleys expression remained impassive, but the thrill of the moment did not subside quickly, and she was a little dazed and dreamy, greeting the next few guests. When Maureen tottered over in her awful dress to join the greeting party, Shirley took immense pleasure in telling her quietly Weve had a very awkward little scene. really awkward. Gavin and Gaias mother oh, dear if wed known What? Whats happened?But Shirley shook her head, savouring the corking pleasure of Maureens frustrated curiosity, and opened her arms wide as Miles, Samantha and Lexie entered the hall. present he is Parish Councillor Miles MollisonSamantha watched Shirley hugging Miles as though from a great distance. She had moved so abruptly from happiness and anticipation to shock and disappointment that her thoughts had become white noise, against which she had to fight to take in the exterior world.(Miles had said Thats great You can come to Dads party, you were only just dictum Yes, she had replied, I know. It is great, isnt it?But when he had seen her refined in the jeans and band T-shirt she had been visualizing herself in for over a week, he had been perplexed.Its formal.Miles, its the church hall in Pagford.I know, but the invitation Im wearing this.)Hello, Sammy, said Howard. Look at you. You neednt have dressed up.But his embrace was as lascivious as ever, and he patted her hatefully jeaned backside.Samantha gave Shirley a cold tight smile and walked past her towards the drinks. A plastered voice inside her head was asking but what did you think was going to happen at the concert, anyway? What was the point? What were you after?Nothing. A composition of fun.The dream of strong young arms and laughter, which was to have had some kind of catharsis tonight her own thin waist encircled again, and the calculating taste of the new, the unexplored her fantasy had lost wings, it was plummeting back to earth I only wanted to look.Looking good, Sammy.Cheers, Pat.She had not met her sister-in-law for over a year.I same(p) you more than anyone else in this family, Pat.Miles had caught up with her he bussed his sister.How are you? Hows Mel? Isnt she here?No, she didnt want to come, said Patricia. She was drinking champagne, but from her expression, it might have been vinegar. The invitation said Pat and guest are invited huge bloody row. One up to Mum.Oh, Pat, come on, said Miles, smiling.Oh, Pat, fucking come on what, Miles?A feral delight took hold of Samantha a pretext to attack.Thats a bloody barbaric way to invite your sisters partner and you know it, Miles. Your mother could do with some lessons in manners, if you ask me.He was fatter, surely, than he had been a year ago. She could see his neck bulging over the collar of his shirt. His breath went sour quickly. He had a little trick of bouncing on his toes that he had caught from his father. She see a surge of physical disgust and walked away to the end of the trestle table, where Andrew and Sukhvinder were cross filling and handing out glasses.Have you got any gin? Samantha asked. Give me a big one.She barely recognized Andrew. He poured her a measure, trying not to look at her breasts, boundlessly exposed in the T-shirt, but it was desire trying not to squint in direct sunlight.Do you know them? Samantha asked, after downing half a glass of gin and tonic.A blush had risen before Andrew could marshal his thoughts. To his horror, she gave a reckless cackle, and said, The band. Im public lecture about the band.Yeah, I yeah, Ive heard of the m. I dont not my kind of thing.Is that right? she said, formulateing back the rest of her drink. Ill have another one of those, please.She realized who he was the mousy boy from the delicatessen. His uniform made him look older. Maybe a couple of weeks of lugging pallets up and down the cellar steps had built some muscle.Oh, look, said Samantha, spotting a figure heading away from her into the maturation crowd, theres Gavin. The second most boring man in Pagford. After my husband, obviously.She strode off, blissful with herself, holding her new drink the gin had hit her where she most needed it, anaesthetizing and stimulating at the same time, and as she walked she thought he desire my tits lets see what he thinks of my arse.Gavin saw Samantha coming and tried to deflect her by joining somebody elses conversation, anybodys the nearest person was Howard and he insinuated himself hastily into the company around his host.I took a risk, Howard was saying to three other men he was waving a cigar, and a little ash had dribbled down the front of his velvet jacket. I took a risk and I put in the graft. Simple as that. No magic formula. nought pass on me oh, heres Sammy. Who are those young men, Samantha?While four elderly men stared at the pop group stretched across her breasts, Samantha turned to Gavin.Hi, she said, flex in and forcing him to kiss her. Kay not here?No, said Gavin shortly.Talking about business, Sammy, said Howard happily, and Samantha thought of her depot, failed and finished. I was a self-starter, he informed the group, reprising what was clearly an established theme. Thats all there is to it. Thats all you need. I was a self-starter.Massive and globular, he was like a miniature velvety sun, radiating satisfaction and contentment. His tones were already locomote and mellowed by the brandy in his hand. I was ready to take a risk couldve lost everything.Well, your mum could have lost everything, Samantha corrected him. Didnt Hilda mortga ge her house to put up half the deposit on the shop?She saw the tiny flicker in Howards eyes, but his smile remained constant. intact credit to my mother, then, he said, for working and scrimping and saving, and giving her son a start. I multiply what I was given, and I give back to the family pay for your girls to go to St Annes what goes round, comes round, eh, Sammy?She expected this from Shirley, but not from Howard. Both of them drained their glasses, and Samantha watched Gavin drift away without trying to stop him.Gavin was wondering whether it would be possible to slip out unnoticed. He was nervous, and the noise was making it worse. A horrible idea had taken possession of him since meeting Gaia at the door. What if Kay had told her daughter everything? What if the girl knew that he was in love with Mary Fair buddy, and told other people? It was the sort of thing that a vengeful sixteen-year-old might do.The very last thing he wanted was for Pagford to know that he was in love with Mary before he had a chance to tell her himself. He had imagined doing it months and months hence, perhaps a year down the line letting the first anniversary of Barrys demolition slip by and, in the mean time, nurturing the tiny shoots of trust and combine that were already there, so that the reality of her feelings stole gradually upon her, as they had upon him You havent got a drink, Gav said Miles. That situation must be remediedHe led his partner firmly to the drinks table and poured him a beer, talking all the while, and, like Howard, giving off an almost visible glow of happiness and pride.You heard I won the seat?Gavin had not, but he did not feel equal to feigning surprise.Yeah. Congratulations.Hows Mary? asked Miles expansively he was a friend to the whole town tonight, because it had elected him. She doing OK?Yeah, I think I heard she might be going to Liverpool. Might be for the best.What? said Gavin sharply.Maureen was saying this morning apparently, Mary s sisters trying to persuade Mary to go home with the kids. Shes still got a lot of family in Liver This is her home.I think it was Barry who liked Pagford. Im not sure Mary will want to stay without him.Gaia was watching Gavin through a chink in the kitchen door. She was clutching a root cup containing several fingers of the vodka that Andrew had stolen for her.Hes such a bastard, she said. Wed still be in hackney coach if he hadnt led Mum on. Shes so bloody stupid. I could have told her he wasnt that interested. He never took her out. He couldnt wait to buy the farm after theyd shagged.Andrew, who was piling additional sandwiches on an almost empty record book behind her, could hardly believe that she was using words like shagged. The chimeric Gaia who filled his fantasies was a sexually inventive and adventurous virgin. He did not know what the real Gaia had done, or not done, with Marco de Luca. Her head on her mother made it conk out as if she knew how men behaved after sex, if they were interested Drink something, she told Andrew as he approached the door with the platter, and she held up her own polystyrene cup to his lips, and he drank some of her vodka. Giggling a little, she backed away to let him out and called after him Make Sooks come in here and get someThe hall was crowded and noisy. Andrew put the pile of fresh sandwiches on the table, but interest in the food seemed to have waned Sukhvinder was struggling to keep up with demand at the drinks table, and some(prenominal) people had started pouring their own.Gaia wants you in the kitchen, Andrew told Sukhvinder, and he took over from her. There was no point playing like a bartender instead, he filled as many glasses as he could find, and left(a) them on the table for people to help themselves.Hi, Peanut said Lexie Mollison. Can I have some champagne?They had been at St Thomass together, but he had not seen her for a long time. Her accent had changed since she had been at St Annes. He h ated existence called Peanut.Its there in front of you, he said, pointing. Lexie, youre not drinking, snapped Samantha, appearing out of the crowd. Absolutely not. gramps said I dont care.Everyone else I said noLexie stomped away. Andrew, glad to see her go, smiled at Samantha, and was surprised when she beamed at him.Do you talk back to your parents?Yeah, he said, and she laughed. Her breasts really were enormous.Ladies and gentlemen boomed a voice through the microphone, and everyone stopped talking to hear to Howard. Wanted to say a few words most of you plausibly know by now that my son Miles has just been elected to the Parish CouncilThere was a smattering of applause and Miles raised his drink high above his head to acknowledge it. Andrew was startled to hear Samantha say quite clearly under her breath, Hoo-fucking-ray.Nobody was coming for drinks now. Andrew slipped back into the kitchen. Gaia and Sukhvinder were alone in there, drinking and laughing, and when they saw Andrew they both shouted, AndyHe laughed too.Are you both steady?Yes, said Gaia, and no, said Sukhvinder. She is, though.I dont care, said Gaia. Mollison can sack me if he wants. No point saving up for a ticket to Hackney any more.He wont sack you, said Andrew, helping himself to some of the vodka. Youre his favourite.Yeah, said Gaia. Creepy old bastard.And the three of them laughed again.Through the glass doors, amplified by the microphone, came Maureens guttural voice.Come on, then, Howard Come on a duet for your birthday Go on ladies and gentlemen Howards favourite songThe teenagers gazed at distributively other in tantalized horror. Gaia tripped forward, giggling, and pushed the door open.The first few bars of The Green, Green Grass of Home blared out, and then, in Howards bass and Maureens gravelly altoThe old home town looks the same,As I step down from the train Gavin was the only one who heard the giggles and snorts, but when he turned around all he saw were the double doors to the kitchen, swinging a little on their hinges.Miles had left to chat with Aubrey and Julia Fawley, who had arrived late, wreathed in polite smiles. Gavin was in the grip of a familiar mixture of dread and anxiety. His brief sunlit haze of freedom and happiness had been overcast by the twin threats of Gaia blabbing what he had said to her mother, and of Mary leaving Pagford for ever. What was he going to do?Down the lane I walk, with my sweet Mary,Hair of gold and lips like cherries Kay not here?Samantha had arrived, leaning against the table beside him, smirking.You already asked me that, said Gavin. No.Everything OK with you cardinal?Is that really any of your business?It slipped out of him before he could stop it he was scour of her constant probing and jeering. For once, it was just the two of them Miles was still busy with the Fawleys.She over-acted being taken aback. Her eyes were bloodshot and her speech was deliberate for the first time, Gavin felt up more disl ike than intimidation.Im sorry. I was only Asking. Yeah, he said, as Howard and Maureen swayed, arm in arm.Id like to see you settled down. You and Kay seemed good together.Yeah, well, I like my freedom, said Gavin. I dont know many happily married couples.Samantha had inebriate too much to feel the full force of the dig, but she had the pic that one had been made.Marriages are always a mystery to outsiders, she said carefully. Nobody can ever really know except the two people involved. So you shouldnt judge, Gavin.Thanks for the insight, he said, and irritated past endurance he set down his empty beer can and headed towards the cloakroom.Samantha watched him leave, sure that she had had the best of the encounter, and turned her attention to her mother-in-law, whom she could see through a gap in the crowd, watching Howard and Maureen sing. Samantha relished Shirleys anger, which was expressed in the tightest, coldest smile she had worn all evening. Howard and Maureen had performed together many a time over the years Howard loved to sing, and Maureen had once performed title vocals for a local skiffle band. When the song finished, Shirley clapped her hands together once she might have been summoning a flunkey, and Samantha laughed out loud and moved along to the bar end of the table, which she was disappointed to find unmanned by the boy in the bow tie.Andrew, Gaia and Sukhvinder were still convulsed in the kitchen. They laughed because of Howard and Maureens duet, and because they had finished two-thirds of the vodka, but mostly they laughed because they laughed, feeding off each other until they could barely stand.The little window over the sink, propped ajar so that the kitchen did not become too steamy, rattled and clattered, and Fats head appeared through it.Evening, he said. Evidently he had climbed onto something outside, because, with a noise of scraping and a heavy object falling over, more and more of him emerged through the window until he landed heavily on the draining board, knocking several glasses to the ground, where they shattered.Sukhvinder walked straight out of the kitchen. Andrew knew at present that he did not want Fats there. Only Gaia seemed unperturbed. Still giggling, she said, Theres a door, you know.No shit? said Fats. Wheres the drink?This is ours, said Gaia, cradling the vodka in her arms. Andy nicked it. Youll have to get your own.Not a problem, said Fats coolly, and he walked through the doors into the hall. look at the loo mumbled Gaia, and she stowed the vodka bottle back under the sink, and left the kitchen too.Andrew followed. Sukhvinder had returned to the bar area, Gaia was disappearing into the bathroom, and Fats was leaning against the trestle table with a beer in one hand and a sandwich in the other.Didnt think youd want to come to this, said Andrew.I was invited, mate, said Fats. It was on the invitation. Whole Wall family.Does Cubby know youre here?Dunno, said Fats. Hes in hiding. Didnt get ol Barrys seat after all. The whole social fabricll collapse now Cubbys not holding it together. Fucking hell, thats horrible, he added, spitting out a mouthful of sandwich. Wanna fag?The hall was so noisy, and the guests so raucously drunk, that nobody seemed to care where Andrew went any more. When they got outside, they found Patricia Mollison, alone beside her sports car, looking up at the clear starry sky, smoking.You can have one of these, she said, offering her packet, if you want.After she had lit their cigarettes, she stood at her ease with one hand balled deep in her pocket. There was something about her that Andrew found intimidate he could not even bring himself to glance at Fats, to gauge his reaction.Im Pat, she told them, after a little while. Howard and Shirleys daughter.Hi, said Andrew. M Andrew.Stuart, said Fats.She did not seem to need to prolong conversation. Andrew felt it as a kind of compliment and tried to emulate her indifference. The silence was broken by footsteps and the sound of muffled girls voices.Gaia was dragging Sukhvinder outside by the hand. She was laughing, and Andrew could tell that the full effect of the vodka was still intensifying inside her.You, said Gaia, to Fats, are really horrible to Sukhvinder. hang-up it, said Sukhvinder, tugging against Gaias hand. Im serious let me He is said Gaia breathlessly. You are Do you put hooey on her Facebook?Stop it shouted Sukhvinder. She wrenched herself free and plunged back inside the party.You are horrible to her, said Gaia, grabbing onto the railings for support. Calling her a lesbian and farce Nothing wrong with being a lesbian, said Patricia, her eyes narrowed through the smoke she was inhaling. But then, I would say that.Andrew saw Fats look at Pat sideways.I never said there was anything wrong with it. Its only jokes, he said.Gaia slid down the rails to sit on the chilly pavement, her head in her arms.You all right? Andrew asked. If Fats had not been there, he would hav e sat down too.Pissed, she muttered.Might do better to stick your fingers down your throat, suggested Patricia, looking down at her dispassionately.Nice car, Fats said, eyeing the BMW.Yeah, said Patricia. New. I make double what my brother makes, she said, but Miles is the Christ Child. Miles the Messiah Parish Councillor Mollison the Second of Pagford. Do you like Pagford? she asked Fats, while Andrew watched Gaia breathing deeply, her head between her knees.No, said Fats. Its a shithole.Yeah, well I couldnt wait to leave, personally. Did you know Barry Fairbrother?A bit, said Fats.Something in his voice made Andrew worried.He was my reading mentor at St Thomass, said Patricia, with her eyes still on the end of the street. Lovely bloke. I would have come back for the funeral, but Melly and I were in Zermatt. Whats all this stuff my mothers been gloating about this Barrys Ghost stuff?Someone putting stuff on the Parish Council website, said Andrew hastily, afraid of what Fats mi ght say, if he let him. Rumours and stuff.Yeah, my mother would love that, said Patricia.Wonder what the Ghostll say next? Fats asked, with a sidelong glance at Andrew.Probably stop now the elections over, muttered Andrew.Oh, I dunno, said Fats. If theres stuff old Barrys Ghost is still pissed off about He knew that he was making Andrew anxious and he was glad of it. Andrew was outlay all his time at his poxy job these days, and he would soon be moving. Fats did not owe Andrew anything. True authenticity could not exist alongside guilt and obligation.You all right down there? Patricia asked Gaia, who nodded, with her case still hidden. What was it, the drink or the duet that made you feel sick?Andrew laughed a little bit, out of politeness and because he wanted to keep the character away from the Ghost of Barry Fairbrother.Turned my stomach too, said Patricia. Old Maureen and my father singing along together. Arm in arm. Patricia took a final wild drag on her cigarette and thr ew the end down, grinding it beneath her heel. I walked in on her blowing him when I was twelve, she said. And he gave me a fiver not to tell my mother.Andrew and Fats stood transfixed, scared even to look at each other. Patricia wiped her face on the back of her hand she was crying.Shouldnt have bloody come, she said. Knew I shouldnt.She got into the BMW, and the two boys watched, stunned, as she turned on the engine, reversed out of her parking office and drove away into the night.Fuck me, said Fats.I think I might be sick, whispered Gaia.Mr Mollison wants you back inside for the drinks.Her message delivered, Sukhvinder darted away again.I cant, whispered Gaia.Andrew left her there. The din in the hall hit him as he opened the inner doors. The disco was in full swing. He had to move aside to allow Aubrey and Julia Fawley room to leave. Both, with their backs to the party, looked grimly pleased to be going.Samantha Mollison was not dancing, but was leaning up against the trestle table where, so recently, there had been rows and rows of drinks. While Sukhvinder rushed around collecting glasses, Andrew unpacked the last box of clean ones, set them out and filled them.Your bow ties crooked, Samantha told him, and she leaned across the table and straightened it for him. Embarrassed, he ducked into the kitchen as soon as she let go. Between each load of glasses he put in the dishwasher, Andrew took another tipple of the vodka he had stolen. He wanted to be drunk like Gaia he wanted to return to that moment when they had been laughing uncontrollably together, before Fats had appeared.After ten minutes, he checked the drinks table again Samantha was still propped up against it, glassy-eyed, and there were plenty of fresh-poured drinks left for her to enjoy. Howard was bobbing in the middle of the trip the light fantastic floor, sweat pouring down his face, roaring with laughter at something Maureen had said to him. Andrew wound his way through the crowd and back outside.He could not see where she was at first then he spotted them. Gaia and Fats were locked together ten yards away from the door, leaning up against the railings, bodies pressed tight against each other, spittles working in each others mouths.Look, Im sorry, but I cant do it all, said Sukhvinder desperately from behind him. Then she spotted Fats and Gaia and let out something between a yelp and a sob. Andrew walked back into the hall with her, completely numb. In the kitchen, he poured the remainder of the vodka into a glass and downed it in one. Mechanically he filled the sink and set to washing out the glasses that could not fit in the dishwasher.The alcohol was not like dope. It made him feel empty, but also keen to hit soulfulness Fats, for instance.After a while, he realized that the plastic clock on the kitchen wall had leapt from midnight to one and that people were leaving.He was supposed to find coats. He tried for a while, but then lurched off to the kitchen again, leaving Sukhvinder in charge.Samantha was leaning up against the fridge, on her own, with a glass in her hand. Andrews sight was strangely jerky, like a series of stills. Gaia had not come back. She was doubtless long gone with Fats. Samantha was talking to him. She was drunk too. He was not embarrassed by her any more. He suspected that he might be sick quite soon. hate bloody Pagford said Samantha, and, but youre young enough to get out.Yeah, he said, unable to feel his lips. An I will. Nigh will.She pushed his hair off his forehead and called him sweet. The image of Gaia with her tongue in Fats mouth threatened to obliterate everything. He could smell Samanthas perfume, coming in waves from her hot skin.That bands shit, he said, pointing at her chest, but he did not think she heard him.Her mouth was chapped and warm, and her breasts were huge, pressed against his chest her back was as broad as his What the fuck?Andrew was slumped against the draining board and Samantha was be ing dragged out of the kitchen by a big man with short greying hair. Andrew had a dim idea that something bad had happened, but the strange flickering quality of reality was becoming more and more pronounced, until the only thing to do was to stagger across the room to the bin and throw up again and again and again Sorry, you cant come in he heard Sukhvinder tell someone. Stuff piled up against the doorHe tied the bin floor tightly on his own vomit. Sukhvinder helped him clear the kitchen. He needed to throw up twice more, but both times managed to get to the bathroom.It was around two oclock by the time Howard, sweaty but smiling, thanked them and said goodnight.Very good work, he said. See you tomorrow, then. Very good wheres Miss Bawden, by the way?Andrew left Sukhvinder to come up with a lie. Out in the street, he unchained Simons bicycle and wheeled it away into the darkness.The long cold walk back to Hilltop House cleared his head, but assuaged neither his gall nor his mis ery.Had he ever told Fats that he fancied Gaia? Maybe not, but Fats knew. He knew that Fats knew were they, perhaps, shagging right now?Im moving, anyway, Andrew thought, bent over and shivering as he pushed the bicycle up the hill. So fuck them Then he thought Id better be moving Had he just snogged Lexie Mollisons mother? Had her husband walked in on them? Had that really happened?He was scared of Miles, but he also wanted to tell Fats about it, to see his face When he let himself into the house, exhausted, Simons voice came out of the darkness from the kitchen.Have you put my bike in the garage?He was sitting at the kitchen table, ingest a bowl of cereal. It was nearly half-past two in the morning.Couldnt sleep, said Simon.For once, he was not angry. Ruth was not there, so he did not have to prove himself bigger or smarter than his sons. He seemed weary and small.Think were gonna have to move to Reading, Pizza Face, said Simon. It was almost a term of endearment. wonky slightl y, feeling old and shell-shocked, and immensely guilty, Andrew wanted to give his father something to make up for what he had done. It was time to redress balances and claim Simon as an ally. They were a family. They had to move together. Perhaps it could be better, somewhere else.Ive got something for you, he said. Come through here. Found out how to do it at school And he led the way to the computer.