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‘—and Miles mentioned Bellchapel； and I was quite – quite dismayed by the way he talked about the issues involved。 I told him I’m dealing with a family at the moment；’ Kay remembered her indiscreet mention of the Weedons’ names and proceeded carefully； ‘and if the mother is deprived of methadone； she’ll almost certainly end up back on the game。’
‘That sounds like the Weedons；’ said Tessa； with a lowering sensation。
‘I – yes； I am talking about the Weedons； actually；’ said Kay。
Tessa reached for another biscuit。
‘I’m Krystal’s guidance teacher。 This must be the second time her mother’s been through Bellchapel； is it？’
‘Third；’ said Kay。
‘We’ve known Krystal since she was five： she was in our son’s class at primary school；’ Tessa said。 ‘She’s had an awful life； really。’
‘Absolutely；’ said Kay。 ‘It’s astounding she’s as sweet as she is； actually。’
‘Oh； I agree；’ said Colin heartily。
Remembering Colin’s absolute refusal to rescind Krystal’s detention after the squawking incident in assembly； Tessa raised her eyebrows。 Then she wondered； with a sick lurch in her stomach； what Colin would say if Sukhvinder was not lying or mistaken。 But surely Sukhvinder was wrong。 She was a shy； naive girl。 Probably she had got the wrong end of the stick … misheard something …
‘The point is； about the only thing that motivates Terri is the fear of losing her kids；’ said Kay。 ‘She’s back on track at the moment； her key worker at the clinic told me she senses a bit of a breakthrough in Terri’s attitude。 If Bellchapel closes； it all goes belly…up again； and God knows what’ll happen to the family。’
‘This is all very useful；’ said Colin； nodding importantly； and starting to make notes on a clean page in his notebook。 ‘Very useful indeed。 Did you say you’ve got statistics on people going clean？’
Kay shuffled the printed pages； looking for the information。 Tessa had the impression that Colin wanted to reclaim Kay’s attention for himself。 He had always been susceptible to good looks and a sympathetic manner。
Tessa munched another biscuit； still thinking about Krystal。 Their recent guidance sessions had not been very satisfactory。 Krystal had been standoffish。 Today’s had been no different。 She had extracted a promise from Krystal that she would not pursue or harass Sukhvinder Jawanda again； but Krystal’s demeanour suggested that Tessa had let her down； that trust was broken。 Possibly Colin’s detention was to blame。 Tessa had thought that she and Krystal had forged a bond strong enough to withstand that； although it had never been quite like the one Krystal had with Barry。
（Tessa had been there； on the spot； the day that Barry had e into school with a rowing machine； looking for recruits to the crew he was trying to start。 She had been summoned from the staff room to the gym； because the PE teacher was off sick； and the only supply teacher they could find at such short notice was male。
The fourth…year girls； in their shorts and Aertex tops； had been giggly when they had arrived in the gym to find Miss Jarvis absent； replaced by two strange men。 Tessa had had to reprimand Krystal； Nikki and Leanne； who had pushed to the front of the class and were making lewd suggestive remarks about the supply teacher； he was a handsome young man with an unfortunate tendency to blush。
Barry； short； ginger…haired and bearded； was wearing a tracksuit。 He had taken a morning off work to do this。 Everybody thought his idea was strange and unrealistic： schools like Winterdown did not have rowing eights。 Niamh and Siobhan had seemed half amused； half mortified by their dad’s presence。
Barry explained what he was trying to do： put together crews。 He had secured the use of the old boathouse down on the canal at Yarvil； it was a fabulous sport； and an opportunity to shine； for themselves； for their school。 Tessa had positioned herself right next to Krystal and her friends to keep them in check； the worst of their giggling had subsided； but was not entirely quelled。
Barry demonstrated the rowing machine and asked for volunteers。 Nobody stepped forward。
‘Krystal Weedon；’ said Barry； pointing at her。 ‘I’ve seen you dangling off the monkey bars down the park； that’s proper upper body strength you’ve got there。 e here and give it a go。’
Krystal was only too happy to step into the spotlight； she swaggered up to the machine and sat down on it。 Even with Tessa glowering beside them； Nikki and Leanne had howled with laughter and the rest of the class joined in。
Barry showed Krystal what to do。 The silent supply teacher had watched in professional alarm as Barry positioned her hands on the wooden handle。
She heaved on the handle； making a stupid face at Nikki and Leanne； and everyone laughed again。
‘Look at that；’ Barry had said； beaming。 ‘She’s a natural。’
Had Krystal really been a natural？ Tessa did not know anything about rowing； she could not tell。
‘Straighten your back；’ Barry told Krystal； ‘or you’ll injure it。 That’s it。 Pull … pull … look at that technique … have you done this before？’
Then Krystal really had straightened her back； and she really had done it properly。 She stopped looking at Nikki and Leanne。 She hit a rhythm。
‘Excellent；’ said Barry。 ‘Look at that … excellent。 That’s how you do it！ Atta girl。 And again。 And again。 And—’
‘It ’urts！’ shouted Krystal。
‘I know it does。 That’s how you end up with arms like Jennifer Aniston； doing that；’ said Barry。
There had been a little ripple of laughter； but this time they laughed with him。 What was it that Barry had had？ He was always so present； so natural； so entirely without self…consciousness。 Teenagers； Tessa knew； were riven with the fear of ridicule。 Those who were without it； and God knew there were few enough of them in the adult world； had natural authority among the young； they ought to be forced to teach。
‘And rest！’ Barry said； and Krystal slumped； red in the face and rubbing her arms。
‘You’ll have to give up the fags； Krystal；’ said Barry； and he got a big laugh this time。 ‘OK； who else wants a try？’
When Krystal rejoined her