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ed every bit of her he could reach。）
‘Seen Obbo？’ Terri shouted at Obbo’s neighbour； from fifty yards away。 ‘Is ’e back？’
‘I dunno；’ said the woman； turning away。
（When Michael was not beating Terri； he was doing the other things to her； the things she could not talk about。 Nana Cath did not e any more。 Terri ran away at thirteen； but not to Nana Cath’s； she did not want her father to find her。 They caught her anyway； and put her into care。）
Terri thumped on Obbo’s door and waited。 She tried again； but nobody came。 She sank onto the doorstep； shaking and began to cry。
Two truanting Winterdown girls glanced at her as they passed。
‘Tha’s Krystal Weedon’s mum；’ one of them said loudly。
‘The prozzie？’ the other replied at the top of her voice。
Terri could not muster the strength to swear at them； because she was crying so hard。 Snorting and giggling； the girls strode out of sight。
‘Whore！’ one of them called back from the end of the street。
III
Gavin could have invited Mary into his office to discuss the most recent exchange of letters with the insurance pany； but decided to visit her at home instead。 He had kept the late afternoon free of appointments； on the off…chance that she might ask him to stay for something to eat； she was a fantastic cook。
His instinctive shying away from her naked grief had been dissipated by regular contact。 He had always liked Mary； but Barry had eclipsed her in pany。 Not that she ever appeared to dislike her supporting role； on the contrary； she had seemed delighted to beautify the background； happy laughing at Barry’s jokes； happy simply to be with him。
Gavin doubted that Kay had ever been happy to play second fiddle in her life。 Crashing the gears as he drove up Church Row； he thought that Kay would have been outraged by any suggestion that she modify her behaviour or suppress her opinions for the sake of her partner’s enjoyment； his happiness or his self…esteem。
He did not think that he had ever been unhappier in a relationship than he was now。 Even in the death throes of the affair with Lisa； there had been temporary truces； laughs； sudden poignant reminders of better times。 The situation with Kay was like war。 Sometimes he forgot that there was supposed to be any affection between them； did she even like him？
They had had their worst ever argument by telephone on the morning after Miles and Samantha’s dinner party。 Eventually； Kay had slammed down the receiver； cutting Gavin off。 For a full twenty…four hours he had believed that their relationship was at an end； and although this was what he wanted he had experienced more fear than relief。 In his fantasies； Kay simply disappeared back to London； but the reality was that she had tethered herself to Pagford with a job and a daughter at Winterdown。 He faced the prospect of bumping into her wherever he went in the tiny town。 Perhaps she was already poisoning the well of gossip against him； he imagined her repeating some of the things she had said to him on the telephone to Samantha； or to that nosy old woman in the delicatessen who gave him goose…flesh。
I uprooted my daughter and left my job and moved house for you； and you treat me like a hooker you don’t have to pay。
People would say that he had behaved badly。 Perhaps he had behaved badly。 There must have been a crucial point when he ought to have pulled back； but he had not seen it。
Gavin spent the whole weekend brooding on how it would feel to be seen as the bad guy。 He had never been in that position before。 After Lisa had left him； everybody had been kind and sympathetic； especially the Fairbrothers。 Guilt and dread dogged him until； on Sunday evening； he cracked and called Kay to apologize。 Now he was back where he did not want to be； and he hated Kay for it。
Parking his car in the Fairbrothers’ drive； as he had done so often when Barry was alive； he headed for the front door； noticing that somebody had mowed the lawn since he had last called。 Mary answered his ring on the doorbell almost instantaneously。
‘Hi； how – Mary； what’s wrong？’
Her whole face was wet； her eyes brimming with diamond…bright tears。 She gulped once or twice； shook her head； and then； without quite knowing how it had happened； Gavin found himself holding her in his arms on the doorstep。
‘Mary？ Has something happened？’
He felt her nod。 Acutely aware of their exposed position； of the open road behind him； Gavin manoeuvred her inside。 She was small and fragile in his arms； her fingers clutched at him； her face pressed into his coat。 He relinquished his briefcase as gently as he could； but the sound of it hitting the floor made her withdraw from him； her breath short as she covered her mouth with her hands。
‘I’m sorry … I’m sorry … oh God； Gav …’
‘What’s happened？’
His voice sounded different from usual： forceful； take mand； more like the way Miles sometimes talked in a crisis at work。
‘Someone’s put … I don’t … someone’s put Barry’s …’
She beckoned him into the home office； cluttered； shabby and cosy； with Barry’s old rowing trophies on the shelves； and a big framed photograph on the wall of eight teenage girls punching the air； with medals around their necks。 Mary pointed a trembling finger at the puter screen。 Still in his coat； Gavin dropped into the chair and stared at the message board of Pagford Parish Council’s website。
‘I w…was in the delicatessen this morning； and Maureen Lowe told me that lots of people had put messages of condolence on the site … so I was going to p…post a message to s…say thank you。 And – look …’
He spotted it as she spoke。 Simon Price Unfit to Stand for Council； posted by The Ghost of Barry Fairbrother。
‘Jesus Christ；’ said Gavin in disgust。
Mary dissolved into tears again。 Gavin wanted to put his arms back around her； but was afraid to； especially here； in this snug little room so full of Barry。 He promised by taking hold of her thin wrist and leading her through the hall into the kitchen。
‘You need a drink；’ he told her； in that unfamiliarly strong and manding voice。 ‘Sod coffee。 Where’s the proper stuff？’
But he remembered before she answered； he had seen Barry take the bottles out of the cupboard often enough； so he mixed her a small gin and tonic； which was the only thing he had ever known her drink before dinner。
‘Gav； it’s four in the afternoon。’
‘Who gives a damn？’ said Gavin； in his new voice。 ‘Get that down you。’
An unbalanced laugh broke her sobs； she accepted the glass and sipped。 He fetched her kitchen roll to mop her face and eyes。
‘You’re so kind； Gav。 Don’t you want anything？ Coffee or … or beer？’ she asked； on another weak laugh。
He fetched himself a bottle from the fridge； took off his coat and sat down opposite her at the island in the middle of the room。 After a while； when she had drunk most of her gin； she became calm and quiet again； the way he always thought of her。
‘Who d’you think did it？’ she asked him。
‘Some total bastard；’ said Gavin。
‘They’re all fighting over his council seat； now。 Squabbling away over the Fields as usual。 And he’s still in there； putting his two cents in。 The Ghost of Barry Fairbrother。 Maybe it really is him； posting on the message board？’
Gavin did not know whether this was meant as a joke； and settled for a slight smile that might be quickly removed。
‘You know； I’d love to think that he’s worrying about us； wherever he is； about me and the kids。 But I doubt it。 I’ll bet he’s still most worried about Krystal Weedon。 Do you know what he’d probably say to me if he was here？’
She drained her glass。 Gavin had not thought that he had mixed the gin very strong； but there were patches of high colour on her cheeks。
‘No；’ he said cautiously。
‘He’d tell me that I’ve got support；’ said Mary； and to Gavin’s astonishment； he heard anger in the voice he always thought of as gentle。 ‘Yeah； he’d probably say； “You’ve got all the family and our friends and the kids to fort you； but Krystal；”’ Mary’s voice was being louder； ‘“Krystal’s got nobody to look out for her。” D’you know what he spent our wedding anniversary doing？’