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mself in the slightest； but continued to walk at the same speed； his hands in his pockets； into the battery of curious critical eyes； raking him from the top of his head to his trainers。
‘All righ’； Fatboy？’ called Leanne。
‘All right？’ responded Fats。 Leanne muttered something to Nikki； who cackled。 Krystal was chewing gum energetically； colour high in her cheeks； throwing back her hair so that her earrings danced； tugging up her tracksuit bottoms。
‘All right？’ Fats said to her； individually。
‘Yeah；’ she said。
‘Duz yer mum know yer out； Fats？’ asked Nikki。
‘Yeah； she brought me；’ said Fats calmly； into the greedy silence。 ‘She’s waiting outside in the car； she says I can have a quick shag before we go home for tea。’
They all burst out laughing except Krystal； who squealed； ‘Fuck off； you cheeky bastard！’ but looked gratified。
‘You smokin’ rollies？’ grunted Dane Tully； his eyes on Fats’ breast pocket。 He had a large black scab on his lip。
‘Yeah；’ said Fats。
‘Me uncle smokes them；’ said Dane。 ‘Knackered his fuckin’ lungs。’
He picked idly at the scab。
‘Where’re you two goin’？’ asked Leanne； squinting from Fats to Krystal。
‘Dunno；’ said Krystal； chewing her gum； glancing sideways at Fats。
He did not enlighten either of them； but indicated the exit of the shopping centre with a jerk of his thumb。
‘Laters；’ Krystal said loudly to the rest。
Fats gave them a careless half…raised hand in farewell and walked away； Krystal striding along beside him。 He heard more laughter in their wake； but did not care。 He knew that he had acquitted himself well。
‘Where’re we goin’？’ asked Krystal。
‘Dunno；’ said Fats。 ‘Where d’you usually go？’
She shrugged； walking and chewing。 They left the shopping centre and walked on down the high street。 They were some distance from the recreation ground； where they had previously gone to find privacy。
‘Didjer mum really drop yeh？’ Krystal asked。
‘Course she bloody didn’t。 I got the bus in； didn’t I？’
Krystal accepted the rebuke without rancour； glancing sideways into the shop windows at their paired reflections。 Stringy and strange； Fats was a school celebrity。 Even Dane thought he was funny。
‘He’s on’y usin’ yeh； yeh stupid bitch；’ Ashlee Mellor had spat at her； three days ago； on the corner of Foley Road； ‘because yer a fuckin’ whore； like yer mum。’
Ashlee had been a member of Krystal’s gang until the two of them had clashed over another boy。 Ashlee was notoriously not quite right in the head； she was prone to outbursts of rage and tears； and divided most of her time between learning support and guidance when at Winterdown。 If further proof were needed of her inability to think through consequences； she had challenged Krystal on her home turf； where Krystal had back…up and she had none。 Nikki； Jemma and Leanne had helped corner and hold Ashlee； and Krystal had pummelled and slapped her everywhere she could reach； until her knuckles came away bloody from the other girl’s mouth。
Krystal was not worried about repercussions。
‘Soft as shite an’ twice as runny；’ she said of Ashlee and her family。
But Ashlee’s words had stung a tender； infected place in Krystal’s psyche； so it had been balm to her when Fats had sought her out at school the next day and asked her； for the first time； to meet him over the weekend。 She had told Nikki and Leanne immediately that she was going out with Fats Wall on Saturday； and had been gratified by their looks of surprise。 And to cap it all； he had turned up when he had said he would （or within half an hour of it） right in front of all her mates； and walked away with her。 It was like they were properly going out。
‘So what’ve you been up to？’ Fats asked； after they had walked fifty yards in silence； back past the inter café。 He knew a conventional need to keep some form of munication going； even while he wondered whether they would find a private place before the rec； a half…hour’s walk away。 He wanted to screw her while they were both stoned； he was curious to know what that was like。
‘I bin ter see my Nana in hospital this mornin’； she’s ’ad a stroke；’ said Krystal。
Nana Cath had not tried to speak this time； but Krystal thought she had known that she was there。 As Krystal had expected； Terri was refusing to visit； so Krystal had sat beside the bed on her own for an hour until it was time to leave for the precinct。
Fats was curious about the minutiae of Krystal’s life； but only in so far as she was an entry point to the real life of the Fields。 Particulars such as hospital visits were of no interest to him。
‘An’；’ Krystal added； with an irrepressible spurt of pride； ‘I’ve gave an interview to the paper。’
‘What？’ said Fats； startled。 ‘Why？’
‘Jus’ about the Fields；’ said Krystal。 ‘What it’s like growin’ up there。’
（The journalist had found her at home at last； and when Terri had given her grudging permission； taken her to a café to talk。 She had kept asking her whether being at St Thomas’s had helped Krystal； whether it had changed her life in any way。 She had seemed a little impatient and frustrated by Krystal’s answers。
‘How are your marks at school？’ she had said； and Krystal had been evasive and defensive。
‘Mr Fairbrother said that he thought it broadened your horizons。’
Krystal did not know what to say about horizons。 When she thought of St Thomas’s； it was of her delight in the playing field with the big chestnut tree； which rained enormous glossy conkers on them every year； she had never seen conkers before she went to St Thomas’s。 She had liked the uniform at first； liked looking the same as everybody else。 She had been excited to see her great…grandfather’s name on the war memorial in the middle of the Square： Pte Samuel Weedon。 Only one other boy had his surname on the war memorial； and that was a farmer’s son； who had been able to drive a tractor at nine； and who had once brought a lamb into class for Show and Tell。 Krystal had never forgotten the sensation of the lamb’s fleece under her hand。 When she told Nana Cath about it； Nana Cath had said that their family had been farm labourers once。
Krystal had loved the river； green and lush； where they had gone for nature walks。 Best of all had been rounders and athletics。 She was always first to be picked for any kind of sporting team； and she had delighted in the groan that went up from the other team whenever she was chosen。 And she thought sometimes of the special teachers she had been given； especially Miss Jameson； who had been young and trendy； with long blonde hair。 Krystal had always imagined Anne…Marie to be a little bit like Miss Jameson。
Then there were snippets of information that Krystal had retained in vivid； accurate detail。 Volcanoes： they were made by plates shifting in the ground； they had made model ones and filled them with bicarbonate of soda and washing…up liquid； and they had erupted onto plastic trays。 Krystal had loved that。 She knew about Vikings too： they had longships and horned helmets； though she had forgotten when they arrived in Britain； or why。
But other memories of St Thomas’s included the muttered ments made about her by little girls in her class； one or two of whom she had slapped。 When Social Services had allowed her to go back to her mother； her uniform became so tight； short and grubby that letters were sent from school； and Nana Cath and Terri had a big row。 The other girls at school had not wanted her in their groups； except for their rounders teams。 She could still remember Lexie Mollison handing everyone in the class a little pink envelope containing a party invitation； and walking past Krystal with – as Krystal remembered it – her nose in the air。
Only a couple of people had asked her to parties。 She wondered whether Fats or his mother remembered that she had once attended a birthday party at their house。 The whole class had been invited； and Nana Cath had bought Krystal a party dress。 So she knew that Fats’ huge back garden had a pond and a swing and an apple tree。 They had eaten jelly and had sack races。 Tessa had told Krystal off because； trying desperately hard