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to point out that Jesus had died and then e back to life。 She had cut the story of Guru Nanak short； desperate to get back to her seat。 She had only ever visited a gurdwara a handful of times in her life； there was none in Pagford； and the one in Yarvil was tiny and dominated； according to her parents； by Chamars； a different caste from their own。 Sukhvinder did not even know why that mattered； because she knew that Guru Nanak explicitly forbade caste distinctions。 It was all very confusing； and she continued to enjoy Easter eggs and decorating the Christmas tree； and found the books that Parminder pressed upon her children； explaining the lives of the gurus and the tes of Khalsa； extremely difficult to read。
‘Because my mother wanted to be near her twat of a boyfriend；’ muttered Gaia。 ‘Gavin Hughes； d’you know him？’
Sukhvinder shook her head。
‘You’ve probably heard them shagging；’ said Gaia。 ‘The whole street hears when they’re at it。 Just keep your windows open some night。’
Sukhvinder tried not to look shocked； but the idea of overhearing her parents； her married parents； having sex was quite bad enough。 Gaia herself was flushed； not； Sukhvinder thought； with embarrassment but with anger。 ‘He’s going to ditch her。 She’s so deluded。 He can’t wait to leave after they’ve done it。’
Sukhvinder would never have talked about her mother like this； and nor would the Fairbrother twins （still； in theory； her best friends）。 Niamh and Siobhan were working together at a microscope not far away。 Since their father had died； they seemed to have closed in on themselves； choosing each other’s pany； drifting away from Sukhvinder。
Andrew Price was staring almost constantly at Gaia through a gap in the white faces all around them。 Sukhvinder； who had noticed this； thought that Gaia had not； but she was wrong。 Gaia was simply not bothering to stare back or preen herself； because she was used to boys staring at her； it had been happening since she was twelve。 Two boys in the lower sixth kept turning up in the corridors as she moved between classes； far more often than the law of averages would seem to dictate； and both were better…looking than Andrew。 However； none of them could pare to the boy to whom Gaia had lost her virginity shortly before moving to Pagford。
Gaia could hardly bear that Marco de Luca was still physically alive in the universe； and separated from her by a hundred and thirty…two miles of aching； useless space。
‘He’s eighteen；’ she told Sukhvinder。 ‘He’s half Italian。 He plays football really well。 He’s supposed to be getting a try…out for Arsenal’s youth squad。’
Gaia had had sex with Marco four times before leaving Hackney； each time stealing condoms out of Kay’s bedside table。 She had half wanted Kay to know to what lengths she was driven； to brand herself on Marco’s memory because she was being forced to leave him。
Sukhvinder listened； fascinated； but not admitting to Gaia that she had already seen Marco on her new friend’s Facebook page。 There was nobody like that in the whole of Winterdown： he looked like Johnny Depp。
Gaia slumped against the desk； playing absent…mindedly with the focus on the microscope； and across the room Andrew Price continued to stare at Gaia whenever he thought Fats would not notice。
‘Maybe he’ll be faithful。 Sherelle’s having a party on Saturday night。 She’s invited him。 She’s sworn she won’t let him get up to anything。 But shit； I wish …’
She stared at the desk with her flecked eyes out of focus and Sukhvinder watched her humbly； marvelling at her good looks； lost in admiration for her life。 The idea of having another world where you belonged pletely； where you had a footballer boyfriend and a gang of cool； devoted friends； seemed to her； even if you had been forcibly removed from it all； an awe…inspiring and enviable state of affairs。
They walked together to the shops at lunchtime； something Sukhvinder almost never did； she and the Fairbrother twins usually ate in the canteen。
As they hung about on the pavement outside the newsagent’s where they had bought sandwiches； they heard words uttered in a piercing scream。
‘Your fucking mum killed my Nan！’
All the Winterdown students clustered by the newsagent’s looked around for the source of the shouting； puzzled； and Sukhvinder imitated them； as confused as everyone else。 Then she spotted Krystal Weedon； who was standing on the other side of the road； pointing a stubby finger like a gun。 She had four other girls with her； all of them strung along the pavement in a line； held back by the traffic。
‘Your fucking mum killed my Nan！ She’s gonna get fucking done and so are you！’
Sukhvinder’s stomach seemed to melt clean away。 People were staring at her。 A couple of third…year girls scuttled out of sight。 Sukhvinder sensed the bystanders nearby transforming into a watchful； eager pack。 Krystal and her gang were dancing on tiptoes； waiting for a break in the cars。
‘What’s she talking about？’ Gaia asked Sukhvinder； whose mouth was so dry that she could not reply。 There was no point in running。 She would never make it。 Leanne Carter was the fastest girl in their year。 All that seemed to move in the world were the passing cars； giving her a few final seconds of safety。
And then Jaswant appeared； acpanied by several sixth…year boys。
‘All right； Jolly？’ she said。 ‘What’s up？’
Jaswant had not heard Krystal； it was mere luck that she had drifted this way with her entourage。 Over the road； Krystal and her friends had gone into a huddle。
‘Nothing much；’ said Sukhvinder； dizzy with relief at her temporary reprieve。 She could not tell Jaz what was happening in front of the boys。 Two of them were nearly six feet tall。 All were staring at Gaia。
Jaz and her friends moved towards the newsagent’s door； and Sukhvinder； with an urgent look at Gaia； followed them。 She and Gaia watched through the window as Krystal and her gang moved on； glancing back every few steps。
‘What was that about？’ Gaia asked。
‘Her great…gran was my mum’s patient； and she died；’ said Sukhvinder。 She wanted to cry so much that the muscles in her throat were painful。
‘Silly bitch；’ said Gaia。
But Sukhvinder’s suppressed sobs were born not only from the shaky aftermath of fear。 She had liked Krystal very much； and she knew that Krystal had liked her too。 All those afternoons on the canal； all those journeys in the minibus； she knew the anatomy of Krystal’s back and shoulders better than she knew her own。
They returned to school with Jaswant and her friends。 The best…looking of the boys struck up a conversation with Gaia。 By the time they had turned in at the gates； he was teasing her about her London accent。 Sukhvinder could not see Krystal anywhere； but she spotted Fats Wall at a distance； loping along with Andrew Price。 She would have known his shape and his walk anywhere； the way something primal inside you helped you recognize a spider moving across a shadowy floor。
Wave upon wave of nausea rippled through her as she approached the school building。 There would be two of them from now on： Fats and Krystal together。 Everyone knew that they were seeing each other。 And into Sukhvinder’s mind dropped a vividly coloured picture of herself bleeding on the floor； and Krystal and her gang kicking her； and Fats Wall watching； laughing。
‘Need the loo；’ she told Gaia。 ‘Meet you up there。’
She dived into the first girls’ bathroom they passed； locked herself in a cubicle and sat down on the closed seat。 If she could have died … if she could have disappeared for ever … but the solid surface of things refused to dissolve around her； and her body； her hateful hermaphrodite’s body； continued； in its stubborn； lumpen way； to live …
She heard the bell for the start of afternoon lessons； jumped up and hurried out of the bathroom。 Queues were forming along the corridor。 She turned her back on all of them and marched out of the building。
Other people truanted。 Krystal did it and so did Fats Wall。 If she could only get away and stay away this afternoon； she might be able to think of something to protect her before she had to go back in。 Or she could walk in fr