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ographer； whereas Samantha’s eyes were closed in a half blink； her face was turned sideways； her chin was doubled by her smile at a different lens。 The white satin of her dress strained across breasts already swollen with her early pregnancy； making her look huge。
One of Maureen’s thin claw…like hands was playing with the chain she always wore around her neck； on which hung a crucifix and her late husband’s wedding ring。 When Samantha reached the point in her story where the doctor told Mary that there was nothing they could do； Maureen put her free hand on Samantha’s knee and squeezed。
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‘Dishing up！’ called Shirley。 Though she had not wanted to e； Samantha felt better than she had in two days。 Maureen and Howard were treating her like a mixture of heroine and invalid； and both of them patted her gently on the back as she passed them on her way into the dining room。
Shirley had turned down the dimmer switch； and lit long pink candles to match the wallpaper and the best napkins。 The steam rising from their soup plates in the gloom made even Howard’s wide； florid face look otherworldly。 Having drunk almost to the bottom of her big wine glass； Samantha thought how funny it would be if Howard announced that they were about to hold a séance； to ask Barry for his own account of the events at the golf club。
‘Well；’ said Howard； in a deep voice； ‘I think we ought to raise our glasses to Barry Fairbrother。’
Samantha tipped back her glass quickly； to stop Shirley seeing that she had already downed most of its contents。
‘It was almost certainly an aneurysm；’ announced Miles； the instant the glasses had landed back on the tablecloth。 He had withheld this information even from Samantha； and he was glad； because she might have squandered it just now； while talking to Maureen and Howard。 ‘Gavin phoned Mary to give the firm’s condolences and touch base about the will； and Mary confirmed it。 Basically； an artery in his head swelled up and burst’ （he had looked up the term on the inter； once he had found out how to spell it； back in his office after speaking to Gavin）。 ‘Could have happened at any time。 Some sort of inborn weakness。’
‘Ghastly；’ said Howard； but then he noticed that Samantha’s glass was empty； and heaved himself out of his chair to top it up。 Shirley drank soup for a while with her eyebrows hovering near her hairline。 Samantha slugged down more wine in defiance。
‘D’you know what？’ she said； her tongue slightly unwieldy； ‘I thought I saw him on the way here。 In the dark。 Barry。’
‘I expect it was one of his brothers；’ said Shirley dismissively。 ‘They’re all alike。’
But Maureen croaked over Shirley； drowning her out。
‘I thought I saw Ken； the evening after he died。 Clear as day； standing in the garden； looking up at me through the kitchen window。 In the middle of his roses。’
Nobody responded； they had heard the story before。 A minute passed； full of nothing but soft slurps； then Maureen spoke again with her raven’s caw。
‘Gavin’s quite friendly with the Fairbrothers； isn’t he； Miles？ Doesn’t he play squash with Barry？ Didn’t he； I should say。’
‘Yeah； Barry thrashed him once a week。 Gavin must be a lousy player； Barry had ten years on him。’
Near identical expressions of placent amusement touched the candlelit faces of the three women around the table。 If nothing else； they had in mon a slightly perverse interest in Miles’ stringy young business partner。 In Maureen’s case； this was merely a manifestation of her inexhaustible appetite for all the gossip of Pagford； and the goings…on of a young bachelor were prime meat。 Shirley took a particular pleasure in hearing all about Gavin’s inferiorities and insecurities； because these threw into delicious contrast the achievements and self…assertion of the twin gods of her life； Howard and Miles。 But in the case of Samantha； Gavin’s passivity and caution awoke a feline cruelty； she had a powerful desire to see him slapped awake； pulled into line or otherwise mauled by a feminine surrogate。 She bullied him a little in person whenever they met； taking pleasure in the conviction that he found her overwhelming； hard to handle。
‘So how are things going； these days；’ asked Maureen； ‘with his lady friend from London？’
‘She’s not in London any more； Mo。 She’s moved into Hope Street；’ said Miles。 ‘And if you ask me； he’s regretting he ever went near her。 You know Gavin。 Born with cold feet。’
Miles had been a few years above Gavin at school； and there was forever a trace of the sixth…form prefect in the way he spoke about his business partner。
‘Dark girl？ Very short hair？’
‘That’s her；’ said Miles。 ‘Social worker。 Flat shoes。’
‘Then we’ve had her in the deli； haven’t we； How？’ said Maureen excitedly。 ‘I wouldn’t have had her down as much of a cook； though； not by the look of her。’
Roast loin of pork followed the soup。 With the connivance of Howard； Samantha was sliding gently towards contented drunkenness； but something in her was making forlorn protests； like a man swept out to sea。 She attempted to drown it in more wine。
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A pause rolled out across the table like a fresh tablecloth； pristine and expectant； and this time everybody seemed to know that it was for Howard to set out the new topic。 He ate for a while； big mouthfuls washed down with wine； apparently oblivious to their eyes upon him。 Finally； having cleared half his plate； he dabbed at his mouth with his napkin and spoke。
‘Yes； it will be interesting to see what happens on council now。’ He was forced to pause to suppress a powerful burp； for a moment he looked as if he might be sick。 He thumped his chest。 ‘Pardon me。 Yes。 It’ll be very interesting indeed。 With Fairbrother gone’ – business…like； Howard reverted to the form of the name he habitually used – ‘I can’t see his article for the paper ing off。 Unless Bends…Your…Ear takes it on； obviously；’ he added。
Howard had dubbed Parminder Jawanda ‘Bends…Your…Ear Bhutto’ after her first attendance as a parish councillor。 It was a popular joke among the anti…Fielders。
‘The look on her face；’ said Maureen； addressing Shir