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痵 faster； Simon。 Much faster than the last one。’
He hasn’t opened the inter yet； you silly woman。
‘Yeah； I thought that too。’
He glared at his two sons。
‘This is brand new and expensive； so you two treat it with respect； you understand？ And don’t tell anyone we’ve got it；’ Simon added； and a gust of renewed malice chilled the room。 ‘All right？ Do you understand me？’
They nodded again。 Paul’s face was tight and pinched。 Unseen by his father； he traced a figure of eight on the outside of his leg with his slender forefinger。
‘And one of you draw the bloody curtains。 Why are they still open？’
Because we’ve all been standing here； watching you behave like a prick。
Andrew pulled the curtains shut and left the room。
Even after he had reached his bedroom and lain back down on his bed； Andrew was unable to resume his pleasurable meditations on the person of Gaia Bawden。 The prospect of his father standing for the council had loomed out of nowhere like some gigantic iceberg； casting its shadow over everything； even Gaia。
For all of Andrew’s life； Simon had been a contented prisoner of his own contempt for other people； making his house a fortress against the world where his will was law； and where his mood constituted the family’s daily weather。 As he had grown older； Andrew had bee aware that his family’s almost total isolation was not typical； and bee slightly embarrassed by it。 Friends’ parents would ask him where he lived； unable to place his family； they would ask casual questions about whether his mother or father intended to e to social events or fundraisers。 Sometimes they remembered Ruth from the primary school years； when mothers mixed in the playground。 She was much more sociable than Simon。 Perhaps； if she had not married such an antisocial man； she would have been more like Fats’ mother； meeting friends for lunch or dinner； busily connected to the town。
On the very rare occasions that Simon came face to face with a person whom he felt it worth courting； he adopted a salt…of…the…earth bluff persona that made Andrew cringe。 Simon would talk over them； crack clumsy jokes and often stepped； unwittingly； on all kinds of sensitivities； because he neither knew anything； nor cared much； about the people with whom he was forced to converse。 Lately； Andrew had asked himself whether Simon even saw other humans as real。
Why his father had been seized with the aspiration to perform on a wider stage； Andrew could not fathom； but calamity was surely inevitable。 Andrew knew other parents； the sort who did sponsored cycle rides to raise money for the Square’s new Christmas lights； or ran the Brownies； or set up book clubs。 Simon did nothing that required collaboration； and had never evinced the smallest interest in anything that did not benefit him directly。
Awful visions surged in Andrew’s churning mind： Simon making a speech larded with the transparent lies that his wife swallowed whole； Simon pulling his Neanderthal face in an attempt to intimidate an opponent； Simon losing control and starting to spew all his favourite swearwords into a microphone： cunting； fucking； pissy； shit …
Andrew pulled his laptop towards him； but pushed it away again almost at once。 He made no move to touch the mobile on his desk。 This magnitude of anxiety and shame could not be contained in an instant message or a text； he was alone with it； and even Fats would not understand； and he did not know what to do。
Friday
Barry Fairbrother’s body had been moved to the undertaker’s。 The deep black cuts in the white scalp； like the grooves of skates on ice； were hidden by his forest of thick hair。 Cold； waxen and empty； the body lay； re…dressed in Barry’s anniversary dinner shirt and trousers； in a dimly lit viewing room where soft music played。 Touches of discreet make…up had returned a life…like glow to his skin。 It was almost as though he slept； but not quite。
Barry’s two brothers； his widow and his four children went to bid the body goodbye on the eve of the burial。 Mary had been undecided； almost until the minute of departure； as to whether she should allow all of the children to see their father’s remains。 Declan was a sensitive boy； prone to nightmares。 It was while she was still in a fever pitch of indecision on Friday afternoon that there was an upset。
Colin ‘Cubby’ Wall had decided that he wanted to go and say goodbye to Barry’s body too。 Mary； usually pliant and agreeable； had found this excessive。 Her voice had grown shrill on the telephone to Tessa； then she had begun to cry again； and said that it was just that she had not planned a large procession past Barry； that this was really a family affair … Dreadfully apologetic； Tessa said that she quite understood； and was then left to explain to Colin； who retreated into a mortified； wounded silence。
He had simply wanted to stand alone beside Barry’s body and pay silent homage to a man who had occupied a unique place in his life。 Colin had poured truths and secrets he had confided to no other friend into Barry’s ears； and Barry’s small brown eyes； robin bright； had never ceased to regard him with warmth and kindness。 Barry had been Colin’s closest ever friend； giving him an experience of male radeship he had never known before moving to Pagford； and was sure he would never have again。 That he； Colin； who felt himself to be perpetually the outsider and the oddball； for whom life was a matter of daily struggle； had managed to forge a friendship with the cheerful； popular and eternally optimistic Barry； had always seemed a small miracle。 Colin clutched what was left of his dignity to him； resolved never to hold this against Mary； and spent the rest of the day meditating on how surprised and hurt Barry would have been； surely； at his widow’s attitude。
Three miles outside Pagford； in an attractive cottage called the Smithy； Gavin Hughes was trying to fight off an intensifying gloom。 Mary had called earlier。 In a voice that trembled with the weight of tears； she had explained how the children had all contributed ideas for tomorrow’s funeral service。 Siobhan had grown a sunflower from seed； and was going to cut it and put