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Miles had just taken a large bite of soda bread and liver paté； but he conveyed his agreement with an emphatic nod。 He liked the idea that Aubrey Fawley was ‘right behind’ him。 Samantha might jeer at his parents’ thraldom to the Fawleys； but Miles noticed that on those rare occasions when Samantha came face to face with either Aubrey or Julia； her accent changed subtly and her demeanour became markedly more demure。
‘Something else；’ said Howard； scratching his belly again。 ‘Got an email from the Yarvil and District Gazette this morning。 Asking for my views on the Fields。 As chair of the Parish Council。’
‘You’re kidding？ I thought Fairbrother had stitched that one up—’
‘Backfired； didn’t it？’ said Howard； with immense satisfaction。 ‘They’re going to run his article； and they want someone to argue against the following week。 Give them the other side of the story。 I’d appreciate a hand。 Lawyer’s turn of phrase； and all that。’
‘No problem；’ said Miles。 ‘We could talk about that bloody addiction clinic。 That’d make the point。’
‘Yes – very good idea – excellent。’
In his enthusiasm； he had swallowed too much at once and Miles had to bang him on the back until his coughing had subsided。 At last； dabbing his watering eyes with a napkin； Howard said breathlessly； ‘Aubrey’s remending the District cuts funding from their end； and I’m going to put it to our lot that it’s time to terminate the lease on the building。 It wouldn’t hurt to make the case in the press。 How much time and money’s gone into that bloody place with nothing to show for it。 I’ve got the figures。’ Howard burped sonorously。 ‘Bloody disgraceful。 Pardon me。’
III
Gavin cooked for Kay at his house that evening； opening tins and crushing garlic with a sense of ill…usage。
After a row； you had to say certain things to secure a truce： those were the rules； everyone knew that。 Gavin had telephoned Kay from his car on the way back from Barry’s burial and told her that he wished she had been there； that the whole day had been horrible and that he hoped he could see her that night。 He considered these humble admissions no more or less than the price he had to pay for an evening of undemanding panionship。
But Kay seemed to consider them more in the light of a down payment on a renegotiated contract。 You missed me。 You needed me when you were upset。 You’re sorry we didn’t go as a couple。 Well； let’s not make that mistake again。 There had been a certain placency about the way she had treated him since； a briskness； a sense of renewed expectation。
He was making spaghetti Bolognese tonight； he had deliberately omitted to buy a pudding or to lay the table in advance； he was at pains to show her that he had not made much of an effort。 Kay seemed oblivious； even determined to take this casual attitude as a pliment。 She sat at his small kitchen table； talking to him over the pitter…patter of rain on the skylight； her eyes wandering over the fixtures and fittings。 She had not often been here。
‘I suppose Lisa chose this yellow； did she？’
She was doing it again： breaking taboos； as though they had recently passed to a deeper level of intimacy。 Gavin preferred not to talk about Lisa if he could avoid it； surely she knew that by now？ He shook oregano onto the mince in his frying pan and said； ‘No； this was all the previous owner。 I haven’t got round to changing it yet。’
‘Oh；’ she said； sipping wine。 ‘Well； it’s quite nice。 A bit bland。’
This rankled with Gavin； as； in his opinion； the interior of the Smithy was superior in every way to that of Ten Hope Street。 He watched the pasta bubbling； keeping his back to her。
‘Guess what？’ she said。 ‘I met Samantha Mollison this afternoon。’
Gavin wheeled around； how did Kay even know what Samantha Mollison looked like？
‘Just outside the deli in the Square； I was on my way in to get this；’ said Kay； clinking the wine bottle beside her with a flick of her nail。 ‘She asked me whether I was Gavin’s girlfriend。’
Kay said it archly； but actually she had been heartened by Samantha’s choice of words； relieved to think that this was how Gavin described her to his friends。
‘And what did you say？’
‘I said – I said yes。’
Her expression was crestfallen。 Gavin had not meant to ask the question quite so aggressively。 He would have given a lot to prevent Kay and Samantha ever meeting。
‘Anyway；’ Kay proceeded with a slight edge to her voice； ‘she’s asked us for dinner next Friday。 Week today。’
‘Oh； bloody hell；’ said Gavin crossly。
A lot of Kay’s cheerfulness deserted her。
‘What’s the problem？’
‘Nothing。 It’s – nothing；’ he said； prodding the bubbling spaghetti。 ‘It’s just that I see enough of Miles during work hours； to be honest。’
It was what he had dreaded all along： that she would worm her way in and they would bee Gavin…and…Kay； with a shared social circle； so that it would bee progressively more difficult to excise her from his life。 How had he let this happen？ Why had he allowed her to move down here？ Fury at himself mutated easily into anger with her。 Why couldn’t she realize how little he wanted her； and take herself off without forcing him to do the dirty？ He drained the spaghetti in the sink； swearing under his breath as he speckled himself with boiling water。
‘You’d better call Miles and Samantha and tell them “no”； then；’ said Kay。
Her voice had hardened。 As was Gavin’s deeply ingrained habit； he sought to deflect an imminent conflict and hoped that the future would look after itself。
‘No； no；’ he said； dabbing at his wet shirt with a tea towel。 ‘We’ll go。 It’s fine。 We’ll go。’
But in his undisguised lack of enthusiasm； he sought to put down a marker to which he could refer； retrospectively。 You knew I didn’t want to go。 No； I didn’t enjoy it。 No； I don’t want it to happen again。
They ate for several minutes in silence。 Gavin was afraid that there would be another row； and that Kay would force him to discuss underlying issues again。 He cast around for something to say； and so started telling her about Mary Fairbrother and the life insurance pany。
‘They’re bei