《首发偶发空缺 (临时空缺)》第126章

ine　gossipy　little　Pagford　relishing　the　story　of　Gavin　and　Mary。
So　what？　he　thought；　staggered　by　his　own　bravery。　Is　she　supposed　to　be　alone　for　ever？　It　happens。　I　was　looking　after　her。
And　in　spite　of　his　reluctance　to　attend　a　party　that　was　sure　to　be　dull　and　exhausting；　he　was　buoyed　inside　by　a　little　bubble　of　excitement　and　happiness。
Up　in　Hilltop　House；　Andrew　Price　was　styling　his　hair　with　his　mother’s　blow…drier。　He　had　never　looked　forward　to　a　disco　or　a　party　as　much　as　he　had　longed　for　tonight。　He；　Gaia　and　Sukhvinder　were　being　paid　by　Howard　to　serve　food　and　drinks　at　the　party。　Howard　had　hired　him　a　uniform　for　the　occasion：　a　white　shirt；　black　trousers　and　a　bow　tie。　He　would　be　working　alongside　Gaia；　not　as　potboy　but　as　a　waiter。
But　there　was　more　to　his　anticipation　than　this。　Gaia　had　split　up　with　the　legendary　Marco　de　Luca。　He　had　found　her　crying　about　it　in　the　back　yard　of　the　Copper　Kettle　that　afternoon；　when　he　had　gone　outside　for　a　smoke。
‘His　loss；’　Andrew　had　said；　trying　to　keep　the　delight　out　of　his　voice。
And　she　had　sniffed　and　said；　‘Cheers；　Andy。’
‘You　little　poofter；’　said　Simon；　when　Andrew　finally　turned　off　the　drier。　He　had　been　waiting　to　say　it　for　several　minutes；　standing　on　the　dark　landing；　staring　through　the　gap　in　the　door；　which　was　ajar；　watching　Andrew　preen　himself　in　the　mirror。　Andrew　jumped；　then　laughed。　His　good　humour　disposed　Simon。
‘Look　at　you；’　he　jeered；　as　Andrew　passed　him　on　the　landing　in　his　shirt　and　bow　tie。　‘With　your　dicky…bow。　You　look　a　twat。’
And　you’re　unemployed；　and　I　did　it　to　you；　dickhead。
Andrew’s　feelings　about　what　he　had　done　to　his　father　changed　almost　hourly。　Sometimes　the　guilt　would　bear　down　on　him；　tainting　everything；　but　then　it　would　melt　away；　leaving　him　glorying　in　his　secret　triumph。　Tonight；　the　thought　of　it　gave　extra　heat　to　the　excitement　burning　beneath　Andrew’s　thin　white　shirt；　an　additional　tingle　to　the　goose…flesh　caused　by　the　rush　of　evening　air　as　he　sped；　on　Simon’s　racing　bike；　down　the　hill　into　town。　He　was　excited；　full　of　hope。　Gaia　was　available　and　vulnerable。　Her　father　lived　in　Reading。
Shirley　Mollison　was　standing　in　a　party　dress　outside　the　church　hall　when　he　cycled　up；　tying　giant　gold　helium　balloons　in　the　shapes　of　fives　and　sixes　to　the　railings。
‘Hello；　Andrew；’　she　trilled。　‘Bike　away　from　the　entrance；　please。’
He　wheeled　it　along　to　the　corner；　passing　a　brand…new；　racing　green　BMW　convertible　parked　feet　away。　He　walked　around　the　car　on　his　way　inside；　taking　in　the　luxurious　inner　fittings。
‘And　here’s　Andy！’
Andrew　saw　at　once　that　his　boss’s　good　humour　and　excitement　were　equal　to　his　own。　Howard　was　striding　down　the　hall；　wearing　an　immense　velvet　dinner　jacket；　he　resembled　a　conjuror。　There　were　only　five　or　six　other　people　dotted　around：　the　party　would　not　start　for　twenty　minutes。　Blue；　white　and　gold　balloons　had　been　fastened　up　everywhere。　There　was　a　massive　trestle　table　largely　covered　in　plates　draped　with　tea…towels；　and　at　the　top　of　the　hall　a　middle…aged　DJ　setting　up　his　equipment。
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‘Go　help　Maureen；　Andy；　will　you？’
She　was　laying　out　glasses　at　one　end　of　the　long　table；　caught　gaudily　in　a　stream　of　light　from　an　overhead　lamp。
‘Don’t　you　look　handsome！’　she　croaked　as　he　approached。
She　was　wearing　a　scant；　stretchy　shiny　dress　that　revealed　every　contour　of　the　bony　body　to　which　unexpected　little　rolls　and　pads　of　flesh　still　clung；　exposed　by　the　unforgiving　fabric。　From　somewhere　out　of　sight　came　a　small　‘hi’；　Gaia　was　crouching　over　a　box　of　plates　on　the　floor。
‘Glasses　out　of　boxes；　please；　Andy；’　said　Maureen；　‘and　set　them　up　here；　where　we’re　having　the　bar。’
He　did　as　he　was　told。　As　he　unpacked　the　box；　a　woman　he　had　never　seen　before　approached；　carrying　several　bottles　of　champagne。
‘These　should　go　in　the　fridge；　if　there　is　one。’
She　had　Howard’s　straight　nose；　Howard’s　big　blue　eyes　and　Howard’s　curly　fair　hair；　but　whereas　his　features　were　womanish；　softened　by　fat；　his　daughter　–　she　had　to　be　his　daughter　–　was　unpretty　yet　striking；　with　low　brows；　big　eyes　and　a　cleft　chin。　She　was　wearing　trousers　and　an　open…necked　silk　shirt。　After　dumping　the　bottles　onto　the　table　she　turned　away。　Her　demeanour；　and　something　about　the　quality　of　her　clothing；　made　Andrew　sure　that　she　was　the　owner　of　the　BMW　outside。
‘That’s　Patricia；’　whispered　Gaia　in　his　ear；　and　his　skin　tingled　again　as　though　she　carried　an　electric　charge。　‘Howard’s　daughter。’
‘Yeah；　I　thought　so；’　he　said；　but　he　was　much　more　interested　to　see　that　Gaia　was　unscrewing　the　cap　of　a　bottle　of　vodka　and　pouring　out　a　measure。　As　he　watched；　she　drank　it　straight　off　with　a　little　shudder。　She　had　barely　replaced　the　top　when　Maureen　reappeared　beside　them　with　an　ice　bucket。
‘Bloody　old　slapper；’　said　Gaia；　as　Maureen　walked　away；　and　Andrew　smelt　the　spirits　on　her　breath。　‘Look　at　the　state　of　her。’
He　laughed；　turned　and　stopped　abruptly；　because　Shirley　was　right　beside　them；　smiling　her　pussycat　smile。
‘Has　Miss　Jawanda　not　arrived　yet？’　she　asked。
‘She’s　on　her　way；　she　just　texted　me；’　said　Gaia。
But　Shirley　did　not　really　care　where　Sukhvinder　was。　She　had　overheard　Andrew　and　Gaia’s　little　exchange　about　Maureen；　and　it　had　pletely　restored　the　good　mood　that　had　been　dented　by　Maureen’s　evident　delight　in　her　own　toilette。　It　was　difficult　to　satisfactorily　puncture　self…esteem　so　obtuse；　so　deluded；　but　as　Shirley　walked　away　from　the　teenagers　towards　the　DJ；　she　planned　what　she　would　say　to　Howard　the　next　time　she　saw　him　alone。
I’m　afraid　the　young　ones　were；　well；　laughing　at　Maureen　…　it’s　such　a　pity　she　wore　that　dress　…　I　hate　seeing　her　make　a　fool　of　herself。
There　was　plenty　to　be　pleased　about；　Shirley　reminded　herself；　for　she　needed　a　little　bolstering　tonight。　She　and　Howard　and　Miles　were　all　going　to　be　on　the　council　together；　it　would　be　marvellous；　simply　marvellous。
She　checked　that　the　DJ　knew　that　Howard’s　favourite　song　was　‘The　Green；　Green　Grass