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sit in front of him； not for her own sake （Andrew’s best friend Fats referred to her as TNT； short for ‘Tits ’N’ Tash’）； but because She so often chose to sit beside Sukhvinder。 And whether because his telepathic promptings were particularly powerful this morning or not； Sukhvinder did indeed choose the seat in front。 Jubilant； Andrew stared； unseeing； at the grimy window； and clutched his school bag more closely to him； to conceal the erection brought on by the heavy vibration of the bus。
Anticipation mounted with every fresh pitch and heave； as the cumbersome vehicle edged its way through the narrow streets； around the tight corner into the village square and towards the corner of Her road。
Andrew had never experienced this intensity of interest in any girl。 She was newly arrived； an odd time to change schools； the spring term of the GCSE year。 Her name was Gaia； and that was fitting； because he had never heard it before； and she was something entirely new。 She had walked onto the bus one morning like a simple statement of the sublime heights to which nature could reach and sat herself down two seats in front of him； while he sat transfixed by the perfection of her shoulders and the back of her head。
She would be here any minute； and if she sat beside square and sulky Sukhvinder； as she so often did； she would be close enough to smell the nicotine on him。 He liked to see inanimate objects react to her body； liked to see the bus seat give a little as she dropped her weight into it； and that copper…gold mass of hair curve against the steel bar at the top。
The bus driver slowed； and Andrew turned his face away from the door； pretending to be lost in contemplation； he would look around when she got on； as if he had only just realized that they had stopped； he would make eye contact； possibly nod。 He waited to hear the doors open； but the soft throb of the engine was not interrupted by the familiar grind and thump。
Andrew glanced around and saw nothing but short； shabby little Hope Street： two lines of small terraced houses。 The bus driver was leaning over to make sure she was not ing。 Andrew wanted to tell him to wait； because only the previous week she had burst from one of those little houses and e running up the pavement （it had been acceptable to watch； because everyone had been watching）； and the sight of her running had been enough to occupy his thoughts for hours； but the driver hauled at the big wheel and the bus set off again。 Andrew returned to his contemplation of the dirty window with an ache in his heart and in his balls。
V
The small terraces in Hope Street had once been labourers’ houses。 Gavin Hughes was shaving slowly and with unnecessary care in the bathroom of number ten。 He was so fair； and his beard so sparse； that the job really only needed to be done twice weekly； but the chilly； slightly grubby bathroom was the only place of sanctuary。 If he dawdled in here until eight； he could plausibly say he needed to leave for work immediately。 He dreaded having to talk to Kay。
He had only managed to head off discussion the previous evening by initiating the most prolonged and inventive coupling they had enjoyed since the very earliest days of their relationship。 Kay had responded immediately and with unnerving enthusiasm： flicking herself from position to position； drawing up her strong； stocky legs for him； contorting like the Slavic acrobat she so closely resembled； with her olive skin and very short dark hair。 Too late； he had realized that she was taking this uncharacteristic act of assertion as a tacit confession of those things he was determined to avoid saying。 She had kissed him greedily； he had found her wet intrusive kisses erotic when the affair began； now he found them vaguely repellent。 He took a long time to climax； his horror at what he had started constantly threatening to deflate his erection。 Even this worked against him： she seemed to take his unusual stamina as a display of virtuosity。
When at last it was over； she had cuddled close to him in the darkness and stroked his hair for a while。 Miserably he stared into the void； aware that after all his vague plans for loosening the ties； he had involuntarily tightened them。 After she had fallen asleep； he had lain with one arm trapped underneath her； the damp sheet adhering unpleasantly to his thigh； on a mattress lumpy with old springs； and wished for the courage to be a bastard； to slip away and never return。
Kay’s bathroom smelt of mould and damp sponges。 A number of hairs were stuck to the side of the small bath。 Paint was peeling off the walls。
‘It needs some work；’ Kay had said。
Gavin had been careful not to volunteer any help。 The things he had not said to her were his talisman and safeguard； he strung them together in his mind and checked them off like beads on a rosary。 He had never said ‘love’。 He had never talked about marriage。 He had never asked her to move to Pagford。 And yet； here she was； and somehow； she made him feel responsible。
His face stared back at him from out of the tarnished mirror。 There were purple shadows under his eyes； and his thinning blond hair was wispy and dry。 The naked bulb overhead lit the weak； goaty face with forensic cruelty。
Thirty…four； he thought； and I look at least forty。
He lifted the razor and delicately strafed off those two thick blond hairs that grew either side of his prominent Adam’s apple。
Fists pummelled the bathroom door。 Gavin’s hand slipped and blood dripped from his thin neck to speckle his clean white shirt。
‘Your boyfriend；’ came a furious female scream； ‘is still in the bathroom and I am going to be late！’
‘I’ve finished！’ he shouted。
The gash stung； but what did that matter？ Here was his excuse； ready…made： Look what your daughter made me do。 I’ll have to go home and change my shirt before work。 With an almost light heart he grabbed the tie and jacket he had hung over the hook on the back of the door； and unlocked it。
Gaia pushed past； slammed the door behind her and rammed the lock home。 Out on the tiny landing； which was thick with an unpleasant smell of burnt rubber； Gavin remembered the headboard banging agai