《首发偶发空缺 (临时空缺)》第132章

‘Have　you　put　my　bike　in　the　garage？’
He　was　sitting　at　the　kitchen　table；　eating　a　bowl　of　cereal。　It　was　nearly　half…past　two　in　the　morning。
‘Couldn’t　sleep；’　said　Simon。
For　once；　he　was　not　angry。　Ruth　was　not　there；　so　he　did　not　have　to　prove　himself　bigger　or　smarter　than　his　sons。　He　seemed　weary　and　small。
‘Think　we’re　gonna　have　to　move　to　Reading；　Pizza　Face；’　said　Simon。　It　was　almost　a　term　of　endearment。
Shivering　slightly；　feeling　old　and　shell…shocked；　and　immensely　guilty；　Andrew　wanted　to　give　his　father　something　to　make　up　for　what　he　had　done。　It　was　time　to　redress　balances　and　claim　Simon　as　an　ally。　They　were　a　family。　They　had　to　move　together。　Perhaps　it　could　be　better；　somewhere　else。
‘I’ve　got　something　for　you；’　he　said。　‘e　through　here。　Found　out　how　to　do　it　at　school　…’
And　he　led　the　way　to　the　puter。
IV
A　misty　blue　sky　stretched　like　a　dome　over　Pagford　and　the　Fields。　Dawn　light　shone　upon　the　old　stone　war　memorial　in　the　Square；　on　the　cracked　concrete　fa？ades　of　Foley　Road；　and　turned　the　white　walls　of　Hilltop　House　pale　gold。　As　Ruth　Price　climbed　into　her　car　ready　for　another　long　shift　at　the　hospital；　she　looked　down　at　the　River　Orr；　shining　like　a　silver　ribbon　in　the　distance；　and　felt　how　pletely　unjust　it　was　that　somebody　else　would　soon　have　her　house　and　her　view。
A　mile　below；　in　Church　Row；　Samantha　Mollison　was　still　sound　asleep　in　the　spare　bedroom。　There　was　no　lock　on　the　door；　but　she　had　barricaded　it　with　an　armchair　before　collapsing；　semi…dressed；　onto　the　bed。　The　beginnings　of　a　vicious　headache　disturbed　her　slumber；　and　the　sliver　of　sunshine　that　had　perated　the　gap　in　the　curtains　fell　like　a　laser　beam　across　the　corner　of　one　eye。　She　twitched　a　little；　in　the　depths　of　her　dry…mouthed；　anxious　half…sleep；　and　her　dreams　were　guilty　and　strange。
Downstairs；　among　the　clean；　bright　surfaces　of　the　kitchen；　Miles　sat　bolt　upright　and　alone　with　an　untouched　mug　of　tea　in　front　of　him；　staring　at　the　fridge；　and　stumbling　again；　in　his　mind’s　eye；　upon　his　drunken　wife　locked　in　the　embrace　of　a　sixteen…year…old　schoolboy。
Howard　Mollison　was　sleeping　soundly　and　happily　in　his　double　bed。　The　patterned　curtains　dappled　him　with　pink　petals　and　protected　him　from　a　rude　awakening；　but　his　rattling　wheezing　snores　had　roused　his　wife。　Shirley　was　eating　toast　and　drinking　coffee　in　the　kitchen；　wearing　her　glasses　and　her　candlewick　dressing　gown。　She　visualized　Maureen　swaying　arm　in　arm　with　her　husband　in　the　village　hall　and　experienced　a　concentrated　loathing　that　took　the　taste　from　every　mouthful。
In　the　Smithy；　a　few　miles　outside　Pagford；　Gavin　Hughes　soaped　himself　under　a　hot　shower　and　wondered　why　he　had　never　had　the　courage　of　other　men；　and　how　they　managed　to　make　the　right　choices　among　almost　infinite　alternatives。　There　was　a　yearning　inside　him　for　a　life　he　had　glimpsed　but　never　tasted；　yet　he　was　afraid。　Choice　was　dangerous：　you　had　to　forgo　all　other　possibilities　when　you　chose。
Kay　Bawden　was　lying　awake　and　exhausted　in　bed　in　Hope　Street；　listening　to　the　early　morning　quiet　of　Pagford　and　watching　Gaia；　who　was　asleep　beside　her　in　the　double　bed；　pale　and　drained　in　the　early　daylight。　There　was　a　bucket　next　to　Gaia　on　the　floor；　placed　there　by　Kay；　who　had　half　carried　her　daughter　from　bathroom　to　bedroom　in　the　early　hours；　after　holding　her　hair　out　of　the　toilet　for　an　hour。
‘Why　did　you　make　us　e　here？’　Gaia　had　wailed；　as　she　choked　and　retched　over　the　bowl。　‘Get　off　me。　Get　off。　I　fuck　–　I　hate　you。’
Kay　watched　the　sleeping　face　and　recalled　the　beautiful　little　baby　who　had　slept　beside　her；　sixteen　years　ago。　She　remembered　the　tears　that　Gaia　had　shed　when　Kay　had　split　up　with　Steve；　her　live…in　partner　of　eight　years。　Steve　had　attended　Gaia’s　parents’　evenings　and　taught　her　to　ride　a　bicycle。　Kay　remembered　the　fantasy　she　had　nurtured　（with　hindsight；　as　silly　as　four…year…old　Gaia’s　wish　for　a　unicorn）　that　she　would　settle　down　with　Gavin　and　give　Gaia；　at　last；　a　permanent　stepfather；　and　a　beautiful　house　in　the　country。　How　desperate　she　had　been　for　a　storybook　ending；　and　a　life　to　which　Gaia　would　always　want　to　return；　because　her　daughter’s　departure　was　hurtling　towards　Kay　like　a　meteorite；　and　she　foresaw　the　loss　of　Gaia　as　a　calamity　that　would　shatter　her　world。
Kay　reached　out　a　hand　beneath　the　duvet　and　held　Gaia’s。　The　feel　of　the　warm　flesh　that　she　had　accidentally　brought　into　the　world　made　Kay　start　to　weep；　quietly；　but　so　violently　that　the　mattress　shook。
And　at　the　bottom　of　Church　Row；　Parminder　Jawanda　slipped　a　coat　on　over　her　nightdress　and　took　her　coffee　into　the　back　garden。　Sitting　in　the　chilly　sunlight　on　a　wooden　bench；　she　saw　that　it　was　promising　to　be　a　beautiful　day；　but　there　seemed　to　be　a　blockage　between　her　eyes　and　her　heart。　The　heavy　weight　on　her　chest　deadened　everything。
The　news　that　Miles　Mollison　had　won　Barry’s　seat　on　the　Parish　Council　had　not　been　a　surprise；　but　on　seeing　Shirley’s　neat　little　announcement　on　the　website；　she　had　known　another　flicker　of　that　madness　that　had　overtaken　her　at　the　last　meeting：　a　desire　to　attack；　superseded　almost　at　once　by　stifling　hopelessness。
‘I’m　going　to　resign　from　the　council；’　she　told　Vikram。　‘What’s　the　point？’
‘But　you　like　it；’　he　had　said。
She　had　liked　it　when　Barry　had　been　there　too。　It　was　easy　to　conjure　him　up　this　morning；　when　everything　was　quiet　and　still。　A　little；　ginger…bearded　man；　she　had　been　taller　than　him　by　half　a　head。　She　had　never　felt　the　slightest　physical　attraction　towards　him。　What　was　love；　after　all？　thought　Parminder；　as　a　gentle　breeze　ruffled　the　tall　hedge　of　leyland　cypresses　that　enclosed　the　Jawandas’　big　back　lawn。　Was　it　love　when　somebody　filled　a　space　in　your　life　that　yawned　inside　you；　once　they　had　gone？
I　did　love　laughing；　thought　Parminder。　I　really　miss　laughing。
And　it　was　the　memory　of　laughter　that；　at　last；　made　the　tears　flow　from　her　eyes。　They　trickled　down　her　nose　and　into　her　coffee；　where　they　made　little　bullet　holes；　swiftly　er