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o him； and this led Fats to wonder whether； perhaps； he ought not to deplore the undercover nature of Andrew’s attack on his father。 Was there not something slippery and over…sophisticated about it； would it not have been more authentic to threaten Simon to his face or to take a swing at him？
Yes； Simon was a shit； but he was undoubtedly an authentic shit； he did what he wanted； when he wanted； without submitting to societal constraints or conventional morality。 Fats asked himself whether his sympathies ought not to lie with Simon； whom he liked entertaining with crude； crass humour focused mainly on people making tits of themselves or suffering slapstick injuries。 Fats often told himself that he would rather have Simon； with his volatility； his unpredictable picking of fights – a worthy opponent； an engaged adversary – than Cubby。
On the other hand； Fats had not forgotten the falling tin of creosote； Simon’s brutish face and fists； the terrifying noise he had made； the sensation of hot wet piss running down his own legs； and （perhaps most shameful of all） his whole…hearted； desperate yearning for Tessa to e and take him away to safety。 Fats was not yet so invulnerable that he was unsympathetic to Andrew’s desire for retribution。
So Fats came full circle： Andrew had done something daring； ingenious and potentially explosive in its consequences。 Again Fats experienced a small pang of chagrin that it had not been he who had thought of it。 He was trying to rid himself of his own acquired middle…class reliance on words； but it was difficult to forgo a sport at which he excelled； and as he trod the polished tiles of the shopping centre forecourt； he found himself turning phrases that would blow Cubby’s self…important pretensions apart and strip him naked before a jeering public …
He spotted Krystal among a small crowd of Fields kids； grouped around the benches in the middle of the thoroughfare between shops。 Nikki； Leanne and Dane Tully were among them。 Fats did not hesitate； nor appear to gather himself in the slightest； but continued to walk at the same speed； his hands in his pockets； into the battery of curious critical eyes； raking him from the top of his head to his trainers。
‘All righ’； Fatboy？’ called Leanne。
‘All right？’ responded Fats。 Leanne muttered something to Nikki； who cackled。 Krystal was chewing gum energetically； colour high in her cheeks； throwing back her hair so that her earrings danced； tugging up her tracksuit bottoms。
‘All right？’ Fats said to her； individually。
‘Yeah；’ she said。
‘Duz yer mum know yer out； Fats？’ asked Nikki。
‘Yeah； she brought me；’ said Fats calmly； into the greedy silence。 ‘She’s waiting outside in the car； she says I can have a quick shag before we go home for tea。’
They all burst out laughing except Krystal； who squealed； ‘Fuck off； you cheeky bastard！’ but looked gratified。
‘You smokin’ rollies？’ grunted Dane Tully； his eyes on Fats’ breast pocket。 He had a large black scab on his lip。
‘Yeah；’ said Fats。
‘Me uncle smokes them；’ said Dane。 ‘Knackered his fuckin’ lungs。’
He picked idly at the scab。
‘Where’re you two goin’？’ asked Leanne； squinting from Fats to Krystal。
‘Dunno；’ said Krystal； chewing her gum； glancing sideways at Fats。
He did not enlighten either of them； but indicated the exit of the shopping centre with a jerk of his thumb。
‘Laters；’ Krystal said loudly to the rest。
Fats gave them a careless half…raised hand in farewell and walked away； Krystal striding along beside him。 He heard more laughter in their wake； but did not care。 He knew that he had acquitted himself well。
‘Where’re we goin’？’ asked Krystal。
‘Dunno；’ said Fats。 ‘Where d’you usually go？’
She shrugged； walking and chewing。 They left the shopping centre and walked on down the high street。 They were some distance from the recreation ground； where they had previously gone to find privacy。
‘Didjer mum really drop yeh？’ Krystal asked。
‘Course she bloody didn’t。 I got the bus in； didn’t I？’
Krystal accepted the rebuke without rancour； glancing sideways into the shop windows at their paired reflections。 Stringy and strange； Fats was a school celebrity。 Even Dane thought he was funny。
‘He’s on’y usin’ yeh； yeh stupid bitch；’ Ashlee Mellor had spat at her； three days ago； on the corner of Foley Road； ‘because yer a fuckin’ whore； like yer mum。’
Ashlee had been a member of Krystal’s gang until the two of them had clashed over another boy。 Ashlee was notoriously not quite right in the head； she was prone to outbursts of rage and tears； and divided most of her time between learning support and guidance when at Winterdown。 If further proof were needed of her inability to think through consequences； she had challenged Krystal on her home turf； where Krystal had back…up and she had none。 Nikki； Jemma and Leanne had helped corner and hold Ashlee； and Krystal had pummelled and slapped her everywhere she could reach； until her knuckles came away bloody from the other girl’s mouth。
Krystal was not worried about repercussions。
‘Soft as shite an’ twice as runny；’ she said of Ashlee and her family。
But Ashlee’s words had stung a tender； infected place in Krystal’s psyche； so it had been balm to her when Fats had sought her out at school the next day and asked her； for the first time； to meet him over the weekend。 She had told Nikki and Leanne immediately that she was going out with Fats Wall on Saturday； and had been gratified by their looks of surprise。 And to cap it all； he had turned up when he had said he would （or within half an hour of it） right in front of all her mates； and walked away with her。 It was like they were properly going out。
‘So what’ve you been up to？’ Fats asked； after they had walked fifty yards in silence； back past the inter café。 He knew a conventional need to keep some form of munication going； even while he wondered whether they would find a private place before the rec； a half…hour’s walk away。 He wanted to screw her while they were both stoned； he was curious to know what that was like。
‘I bin ter see my Nana in hospital this