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Deft and skilful in all her movements； she stripped the wrapping from a sterile syringe； straightened out Tessa’s pale； mole…strewn arm and slid the needle into the crook。
‘I’m taking Stuart into Yarvil tomorrow night；’ Tessa said； looking up at the ceiling。 ‘To get him a suit for the funeral。 I can’t stand the scene there’ll be； if he tries to go in jeans。 Colin’ll go berserk。’
She was trying to divert her own thoughts from the dark； mysterious liquid flowing up into the little plastic tube。 She was afraid that it would betray her； that she had not been as good as she should have been； that all the chocolate bars and muffins she had eaten would show up as traitorous glucose。
Then she thought bitterly that it would be much easier to resist chocolate if her life were less stressful。 Given that she spent nearly all her time trying to help other people； it was hard to see muffins as so very naughty。 As she watched Parminder labelling vials of her blood； she found herself hoping； though her husband and friend might think it heresy； that Howard Mollison would triumph； and prevent an election happening at all。
V
Simon Price left the printworks on the stroke of five every day without fail。 He had put in his hours； and that was that； home was waiting； clean and cool； high on the hill； a world away from the perpetual clank and whirr of the Yarvil plant。 To linger in the factory after clocking…off time （though now a manager； Simon had never ceased to think in the terms of his apprenticeship） would constitute a fatal admission that your home life was lacking or； worse； that you were trying to brown…nose senior management。
Today； though； Simon needed to make a detour before going home。 He met up with the gum…chewing forklift driver in the car park； and together they drove through the darkening streets； with the boy giving directions； into the Fields； actually passing the house in which Simon had grown up。 He had not been past the place for years； his mother was dead； and he had not seen his father since he was fourteen and did not know where he was。 It unsettled and depressed Simon to see his old home with one window boarded over and the grass ankle…deep。 His late mother had been house proud。
The youth told Simon to park at the end of Foley Road； then got out； leaving Simon behind； and headed towards a house of particularly squalid appearance。 From what Simon could see by the light of the nearest streetlamp； it seemed to have a pile of filth heaped beneath a downstairs window。 It was only now that Simon asked himself how sensible it had been to e and pick up the stolen puter in his own car。 These days； surely； they would have CCTV on the estate； to keep an eye on all the little thugs and hoodies。 He glanced around； but he could not see any cameras； nobody seemed to be looking at him except a fat woman who was openly staring through one of the small； square institutional…looking windows。 Simon scowled at her； but she continued to watch him as she smoked her cigarette； so he screened his face with his hand； glaring through the windscreen。
His passenger was already emerging from the house； straddling a little as he walked back towards the car； carrying the boxed puter。 Behind him； in the doorway of the house he had left； Simon saw an adolescent girl with a small boy at her feet； who stepped out of sight as he watched； dragging the child with her。
Simon turned the key in the ignition； revving the engine as the gum…chewer came nearer。
‘Careful；’ said Simon； leaning across to unlock the passenger door。 ‘Just put it down here。’
The boy set the box down on the still…warm passenger seat。 Simon had intended to open it and check that it was what he had paid for； but a growing sense of his own imprudence overrode the desire。 He contented himself with giving the box a shove： it was too heavy to move easily； he wanted to get going。
‘You all right if I leave you here？’ he called loudly to the boy； as if he was already speeding away from him in the car。
‘Can you give us a lift up to the Crannock Hotel？’
‘Sorry； mate； I’m going the other way；’ said Simon。 ‘Cheers。’
Simon accelerated。 In his rear…view mirror he saw the boy standing there； looking outraged； saw his lips form the words ‘fuck you！’ But Simon didn’t care。 If he cleared out quickly； he might avoid his number plate being captured on one of those grainy black and white films they played back on the news。
He reached the bypass ten minutes later； but even after he had left Yarvil behind； quitted the dual carriageway and driven up the hill towards the ruined abbey； he was ruffled and tense； and experienced none of the satisfaction that was usually his when he crested the peak in the evenings and caught the first glimpse of his own house； far across the hollow where Pagford lay； a tiny white handkerchief on the opposite hillside。
Though she had been home barely ten minutes； Ruth already had dinner on and was laying the table when Simon carried the puter inside； they kept early hours in Hilltop House； as was Simon’s preference。 Ruth’s exclamations of excitement at the sight of the box irritated her husband。 She did not understand what he had been through； she never understood that there were risks involved in getting stuff cheap。 For her part； Ruth sensed at once that Simon was in one of the tightly wound moods that often presaged an explosion； and coped the only way she knew how： by jabbering brightly about her day； in the hope that the mood would dissolve once he had food inside him； and as long as nothing else happened to irritate him。
Promptly at six o’clock； by which time Simon had unboxed the puter and discovered that there was no instruction manual； the family sat down to eat。
Andrew could tell that his mother was on edge； because she was making random conversation with a familiar； artificially cheery note in her voice。 She seemed to think； despite years of contrary experience； that if she made the atmosphere polite enough； his father would not dare shatter it。 Andrew helped himself to shepherd’s pie （made by Ruth； and defrosted on work nights） and avoided eye contact with Simon。 He had more interesting things