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bbed me。’
There was a tiny glimmer of pride in his embarrassment。 He had been anxious to see Gaia； he wanted to tell her that a grown woman had pounced on him。 He had hoped that they might laugh about it； the way that they laughed about Maureen； but that she might be secretly impressed； and also that in the course of laughing； he might find out exactly what she had done with Fats； how far she had let him go。 He was prepared to forgive her。 She had been pissed too。 But she had not turned up。
He went to fetch a napkin for Lexie and almost collided with his boss’s wife； who was standing behind the counter； holding his EpiPen。
‘Howard wanted me to check something；’ Shirley told him。 ‘And this needle shouldn’t be kept in here。 I’ll put it in the back。’
XII
Halfway down his packet of Rolos； Robbie became extremely thirsty。 Krystal had not bought him a drink。 He climbed off the bench and crouched down in the warm grass； where he could still see her outline in the bushes with the stranger。 After a while； he scrambled down the bank towards them。
‘’M thirsty；’ he whined。
‘Robbie； get out of it！’ screamed Krystal。 ‘Go an’ sit on the bench！’
‘Wanna drink！’
‘Fuckin’ – go an’ wai’ by the bench； an’ I’ll gerra drink in a minute！ Go ’way； Robbie！’
Crying； he climbed back up the slippery bank to the bench。 He was accustomed to not being given what he wanted； and disobedient by habit； because grown…ups were arbitrary in their wrath and their rules； so he had learned to seize his tiny pleasures wherever and whenever he could。
Angry at Krystal； he wandered a little way from the bench along the road。 A man in sunglasses was walking along the pavement towards him。
（Gavin had forgotten where he had parked the car。 He had marched out of Mary’s and walked straight down Church Row； only realizing that he was heading in the wrong direction when he drew level with Miles and Samantha’s house。 Not wanting to pass the Fairbrothers’ again； he had taken a circuitous route back to the bridge。
He saw the boy； chocolate…stained； ill…kempt and unappealing； and walked past； with his happiness in tatters； half wishing that he could have gone to Kay’s house and been silently cradled … she had always been nicest to him when he was miserable； it was what had attracted him to her in the first place。）
The rushing of the river increased Robbie’s thirst。 He cried a bit more as he changed direction and headed away from the bridge； back past the place where Krystal was hidden。 The bushes had started shaking。 He walked on； wanting a drink； then noticed a hole in a long hedge on the left of the road。 When he drew level； he spotted a playing field beyond。
Robbie wriggled through the hole and contemplated the wide green space with its spreading chestnut tree and goal posts。 Robbie knew what they were； because his cousin Dane had showed him how to kick a football at the play park。 He had never seen so much greenness。
A woman came striding across the field； with her arms folded and her head bowed。
（Samantha had been walking at random； walking and walking； anywhere as long as it was nowhere near Church Row。 She had been asking herself many questions and ing up with few answers； and one of the questions she asked herself was whether she might not have gone too far in telling Miles about that stupid； drunken letter； which she had sent out of spite； and which seemed much less clever now …
She glanced up and her eyes met Robbie’s。 Children often wriggled through the hole in the hedge to play in the field at weekends。 Her own girls had done it when they were younger。
She climbed over the gate and turned away from the river towards the Square。 Self…disgust clung to her； no matter how hard she tried to outrun it。）
Robbie went back through the hole in the hedge and walked a little way along the road after the striding lady； but she was soon out of sight。 The half…packet of remaining Rolos were melting in his hand； and he did not want to put them down； but he was so thirsty。 Maybe Krystal had finished。 He wandered back in the opposite direction。
When he reached the first patch of bushes on the bank； he saw that they were not moving； so he thought it was all right to approach。
‘Krystal；’ he said。
But the bushes were empty。 Krystal was gone。
Robbie started to wail and shout for Krystal。 He clambered back up the bank and looked wildly up and down the road； but there was no sign of her。
‘Krystal！’ he yelled。
A woman with short silver hair glanced at him； frowning； as she trotted briskly along the opposite pavement。
Shirley had left Lexie at the Copper Kettle； where she seemed happy； but a short way across the Square she had caught a glimpse of Samantha； who was the very last person she wanted to meet； so she had taken off in the opposite direction。
The boy’s wails and squawks echoed behind her as she hurried along。 Shirley’s fist was clutched tightly around the EpiPen in her pocket。 She would not be a dirty joke。 She wanted to be pure and pitied； like Mary Fairbrother。 Her rage was so enormous； so dangerous； that she could not think coherently： she wanted to act； to punish； to finish。
Just before the old stone bridge； a patch of bushes shivered to Shirley’s left。 She glanced down and caught a disgusting glimpse of something sordid and vile； and it drove her on。
XIII
Sukhvinder had been walking around Pagford longer than Samantha。 She had left the Old Vicarage shortly after her mother had told her she must go to work； and since then had been wandering the streets； observing invisible exclusion zones around Church Row； Hope Street and the Square。
She had nearly fifty pounds in her pocket； which represented her wages from the café and the party； and the razor blade。 She had wanted to take her building society pass book； which resided in a little filing cabi in her father’s study； but Vikram had been at his desk。 She had waited for a while at the bus stop where you could catch a bus into Yarvil； but then she had spotted Shirley and Lexie Mollison ing down the road； and dived out of sight。
Gaia’s betrayal had been brutal and unexpected。 Pulling Fats Wall … he