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ng 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 front of a car。 She imagined it slamming into her body and her bones shattering。 How quickly would she die； broken in the road？ She still preferred the thought of drowning； of cool clean water putting her to sleep for ever： a sleep without dreams …
‘Sukhvinder？ Sukhvinder！’
Her stomach turned over。 Tessa Wall was hurrying towards her across the car park。 For one mad moment Sukhvinder considered running； but then the futility of it overwhelmed her； and she stood waiting for Tessa to reach her； hating her； with her stupid plain face and her evil son。
‘Sukhvinder； what are you doing？ Where are you going？’
She could not even think of a lie。 With a hopeless gesture of her shoulders； she surrendered。
Tessa had no appointments until three。 She ought to have taken Sukhvinder to the office and reported her attempted flight； instead； she took Sukhvinder upstairs to the guidance room； with its Nepalese wall…hanging and the posters for ChildLine。 Sukhvinder had never been there before。
Tessa spoke； and left inviting little pauses； then spoke again； and Sukhvinder sat with sweaty palms； her gaze fixed on her shoes。 Tessa knew her mother – Tessa would tell Parminder that she had tried to truant – but if she explained why？ Would Tessa； could Tessa； intercede？ Not with her son； she could not control Fats； that was mon knowledge。 But with Krystal？ Krystal came to guidance …
How bad would the beating be； if she told？ But there would be a beating even if she did not tell。 Krystal had been ready to set her whole gang on her …
‘… anything happened； Sukhvinder？’
She nodded。 Tessa said encouragingly； ‘Can you tell me what it was？’
So Sukhvinder told。
She was sure she could read； in the minute contraction of Tessa’s brow as she listened； something other than sympathy for herself。 Perhaps Tessa was thinking about how Parminder might react to the news that her treatment of Mrs Catherine Weedon was being screamed about in the street。 Sukhvinder had not forgotten to worry about that as she had sat in the bathroom cubicle； wishing for death。 Or perhaps Tessa’s look of unease was reluctance to tackle Krystal Weedon； doubtless Krystal was her favourite too； as she had been Mr Fairbrother’s。
A fierce； stinging sense of injustice burst through Sukhvinder’s misery； her fear and her self…loathing； it swept aside that tangle of worries and terrors that encased her daily； she thought of Krystal and her mates； waiting to charge； she thought of Fats； whispering poisonous words from behind her in every maths lesson； and of the message that she had wiped off her Facebook page the previous evening：
Les…bian…ism n。 Sexual orientation of women to women。 Also called Sapphism。 A native or inhabitant of Lesbos。
‘I don’t know how she knows；’ said Sukhvinder； with the blood thrumming in her ears。
‘Knows …？’ asked Tessa； her expression still troubled。
‘That there’s been a plaint about Mum and her great…gran。 Krystal and her mum don’t talk to the rest of the family。 Maybe；’ said Sukhvinder； ‘Fats told her？’
‘Fats？’ Tessa repeated unprehendingly。
‘You know； because they’re seeing each other；’ said Sukhvinder。 ‘Him and Krystal？ Going out together？ So maybe he told her。’
It gave her some bitter satisfaction to see every vestige of professional calm drain from Tessa’s face。
IX
Kay Bawden never wanted to set foot in Miles and Samantha’s house again。 She could not forgive them for witnessing Gavin’s parade of indifference； nor could she forget Miles’ patronizing laughter； his attitude to Bellchapel； or the sneery way that he and Samantha had spoken about Krystal Weedon。
In spite of Gavin’s apology and his tepid assurances of affection； Kay could not stop picturing him nose to nose with Mary on the sofa； jumping up to help her with the plates； walking her home in the dark。 When Gavin told her； a few days later； that he had had dinner at Mary’s house； she had to fight down an angry response； because he had never eaten more than toast at her house in Hope Street。
She might not be allowed to say anything bad about The Widow； about whom Gavin spoke as though she were the Holy Mother； but the Mollisons were different。
‘I can’t say I like Miles very much。’
‘He’s not exactly my best mate。’
‘If you ask me； it’ll be a catastrophe for the addiction clinic if he gets elected。’
‘I doubt it’ll make any difference。’
Gavin’s apathy； his indifference to other people’s pain； always infuriated Kay。
‘Isn’t there anyone who’ll stick up for Bellchapel？’
‘Colin Wall； I suppose；’ said Gavin。
So； at eight o’clock on Monday evening； Kay walked up the Walls’ drive and rang their doorbell。 From the front step； she could make out Samantha Mollison’s red Ford Fiesta； parked in the drive three houses along。 The sight added a little extra zest to her desire for a fight。
The Walls’ door was opened by a short plain dumpy woman in a tie…dyed skirt。
‘Hello；’ said Kay。 ‘My name’s Kay Bawden； and I was wondering whether I could speak to Colin Wall？’
For a split second； Tessa simply stared at the attractive young woman on the doorstep whom she had never seen before。 The strangest idea flashed across her mind： that Colin was having an affair and that his lover had e to tell her so。
‘Oh – yes – e in。 I’m Tessa。’
Kay wiped her feet conscientiously on the doormat and followed Tessa into a sitting room that was smaller； shabbier but cosier than the Mollisons’。 A tall； balding man with a high forehead was sitting in an armchair with a notebook in his lap and a pen in his hand。
‘Colin； this is Kay Bawden；’ said Tessa。 ‘She’d like to speak to you。’
Tessa saw Colin’s startled and wary expression； and knew at once that the woman was a stranger to him。 Really； she thought； a little ashamed； what were you thinking？
‘I’m sorry to barge in on you like this； unannounced；’ said Kay； as Colin stood up to shake her hand。 ‘I would have telephoned； but you’re—’
‘We’re ex…directory； yes；’ said Colin。 He towered over Kay； his eyes tiny behind the lenses of his glasses。 ‘Please； sit down。’
‘Thank you。 It’s about the election；’ said Kay。 ‘This Parish Council election。 You’re standing； aren’t you； against Miles Mollison？’
‘That’s right；’ said Colin nervously。 He knew who she must be： the reporter who had wanted to talk to Krystal。 They had tracked him down – Tessa ought not to have let her in。
‘I was wondering whether I could help in any way；’ said Kay。 ‘I’m a social worker； mostly working in the Fields。 There are some facts and figures I could give you about the Bellchapel Addiction Clinic； which Mollison seems quite keen on closing。 I’ve been told that you’re for the clinic？ That you’d like to keep it open？’
The onrush of relief and pleasure made him almost giddy。
‘Oh； yes；’ said Colin； ‘yes； I would。 Yes； that was my predecessor’s – that’s to say； the previous holder of the seat – Barry Fairbrother – was certainly opposed to closing the clinic。 And I am； too。’
‘Well； I’ve had a conversation wi