anted。’
I should have phoned Parminder； thought Tessa as she said it； with a guilty bump in her stomach。 Oh； God； why didn’t I think to call Parminder？
‘But she’ll need support； she’ll never be able to stand up to them all on her own；’ said Colin。 ‘And I guarantee Howard Mollison will be lining up some puppet to replace Barry right now。 He’s probably already—’
‘Oh； Colin—’
‘I bet he has！ You know what he’s like！’
The papers in Colin’s lap fell； disregarded； in a smooth white waterfall onto the floor。
‘I want to do this for Barry。 I’ll take over where he left off。 I’ll make sure everything he worked for doesn’t go up in smoke。 I know the arguments。 He always said he got opportunities he’d never have had otherwise； and look how much he gave back to the munity。 I’m definitely going to stand。 I’m going to look into what I’ve got to do； tomorrow。’
‘All right；’ said Tessa。 Years of experience had taught her that Colin ought not to be opposed in the first throes of his enthusiasm； or it would simply entrench him in his determination to proceed。 Those same years had taught Colin that Tessa often pretended to agree before raising objections。 These kinds of exchanges were always infused with their mutual； unexpressed remembrance of that long…buried secret。 Tessa felt that she owed him。 He felt that he was owed。
‘This is something I really want to do； Tessa。’
‘I understand that； Colin。’
She pulled herself out of the chair； wondering whether she would have the energy to get upstairs。
‘Are you ing to bed？’
‘In a minute。 I want to finish looking through these first。’
He was gathering up the printed sheets he had let fall； his reckless new project seemed to be giving him a feverish energy。
Tessa undressed slowly in their bedroom。 Gravity seemed to have bee more powerful； it was such an effort to lift her limbs； to force her recalcitrant zip to do as she wished。 She pulled on her dressing gown and went into the bathroom； where she could hear Fats moving around overhead。 She often felt lonely and drained these days； shuttling between her husband and son； who seemed to exist entirely independently； as alien to each other as landlord and lodger。
Tessa went to take off her wristwatch； then realized that she had mislaid it yesterday。 So tired … she kept losing things … and how could she have forgotten to call Parminder？ Tearful； worried and tense； she shuffled off to bed。
Wednesday
I
Krystal Weedon had spent Monday and Tuesday nights on her friend Nikki’s bedroom floor after an especially bad fight with her mother。 This had started when Krystal arrived home from hanging out with her mates at the precinct and found Terri talking to Obbo on the doorstep。 Everyone in the Fields knew Obbo； with his bland puffy face and his gap…toothed grin； his bottle…bottom glasses and his filthy old leather jacket。
‘Jus’ keep ’em ’ere fer us； Ter； fer a coupla days？ Few quid in it for yeh？’
‘Wha’s she keepin’？’ Krystal had demanded。 Robbie scrambled out from between Terri’s legs to cling tightly to Krystal’s knees。 Robbie did not like men ing to the house。 He had good reason。
‘Nuthin’。 pu’ers。’
‘Don’；’ Krystal had said to Terri。
She did not want her mother to have spare cash。 She would not have put it past Obbo to cut out the middle step and pay her for the favour with a bag of smack。
‘Don’ take ’em。’
But Terri had said yes。 All Krystal’s life； her mother had said yes to everything and everyone： agreeing； accepting； forever acquiescing： yeah； all righ’； go on then； ’ere yeh go； no problem。
Krystal had gone to hang out at the swings under a darkening sky with her friends。 She felt strained and irritable。 She could not seem to grasp the fact of Mr Fairbrother’s death； but kept experiencing punches to the stomach that made her want to lash out at somebody。 She was also unsettled and guilty about having stolen Tessa Wall’s watch。 But why had the silly bitch put it there in front of Krystal and closed her eyes？ What did she expect？
Being with the others did not help。 Jemma kept needling her about Fats Wall； finally Krystal exploded and lunged at her； Nikki and Leanne had to hold Krystal back。 So Krystal stormed home； to find that Obbo’s puters had arrived。 Robbie was trying to climb the stacked boxes in the front room； while Terri sat there in dazed oblivion； her works lying out on the floor。 As Krystal had feared； Obbo had paid Terri with a bag of heroin。
‘You stupid fuckin’ junkie bitch； they’ll kick yer ou’ the fuckin’ clinic again！’
But heroin took Krystal’s mother where she was beyond reach。 Though she responded by calling Krystal a little bitch and a whore； it was with vacant detachment。 Krystal slapped Terri across the face。 Terri told her to fuck off and die。
‘You fuckin’ look after him fer a fuckin’ change then； you useless fuckin’ smackhead cow！’ Krystal screamed。 Robbie ran howling up the hall after her； but she slammed the front door on him。
Krystal liked Nikki’s house better than any other。 It was not as tidy as her Nana Cath’s； but it was friendlier； fortingly loud and busy。 Nikki had two brothers and a sister； so Krystal slept on a folded…up duvet between the sisters’ beds。 The walls were covered with pictures cut out of magazines； arranged as a collage of desirable boys and beautiful girls。 It had never occurred to Krystal to embellish her own bedroom walls。
But guilt was clawing at her insides； she kept remembering Robbie’s terrified face as she slammed the door on him； so on Wednesday morning she came home。 In any case； Nikki’s family was not keen on her staying more than two nights in a row。 Nikki had once told her； with characteristic forthrightness； that it was all right with her mum if it didn’t happen too often； but that Krystal was to stop using them as a hostel； and especially to stop turning up past midnight。
Terri seemed as glad as she ever was to see Krystal back。 She talked about the new social worker’s visit； and Krystal wondered nervously what the stranger had thought of the house； which lately had sunk even further below its usual filthy tidemark。 Krystal was especially worried that Kay had found Robbie at home when he ought to have been at nursery； because Terri’s mitment to keeping Robbie in pre…school； which he had begun while with his foster mother； had been a key condition of his negotiated return to the family home the previous year。 She was also furious that the social worker had caught Robbie wearing a nappy； after all the work Krystal had put in to persuade him to use the toilet。
‘So whaddid she say？’ Krystal demanded of Terri。
‘Tole me she wuz gonna e back；’ said Terri。
Krystal had a bad feeling about this。 Their usual social worker seemed content to let the Weedon family get along without much interference。 Vague and haphazard； often getting their names wrong； and confusing their circumstances with those of other clients； she turned up every two weeks with no apparent aim except to check that Robbie was still alive。
The new menace worsened Krystal’s mood。 When straight； Terri was cowed by her daughter’s anger and let Krystal boss her around。 Making the most of her temporary authority； Krystal ordered Terri to put on some proper clothes； forced Robbie back into clean pants； reminded him he couldn’t piss in this kind； and marched him off to nursery。 He bawled when she made to leave； at first she got ratty with him； but finally she crouched down and promised him that she would e back and pick him up at one； and he let her go。
Then Krystal truanted； even though Wednesday was the day she liked best at school； because she had both PE and guidance； and set to work to clean up the house a bit； sloshing pine…scented disinfectant over the kitchen； scraping all the old food and cigarette butts into bin liners。 She hid the biscuit tin holding Terri’s works； and heaved the remaining puters （three had already been collected） into the hall cupboard。
All the time she was chiselling food off the plates； Krystal’s thoughts kept returning to the rowing team。 She would have had training the following night； if Mr Fairbrother had still been alive。 He usually gave her a lift both ways in the people…carrier； because she had no other means of getting over to the canal in Yarvil。 His twin daughters； Niamh and Siobhan； and Sukhvinder Jawanda came in the car too。 Krystal had no regular contact with these three girls during school hours； but since being a team； they had always said ‘all right？’ when they passed each other in the corridors。 Krystal had expected them to look down their noses at her； but they were OK once you got to know them。 They laughed at her jokes。 They had adopted some of her favourite phrases。 She was； in some sense； the crew’s leader。
Nobody in Krystal’s family had ever owned a car。 If she concentrated； she could smell the interior of the people…carrier； even over the stink of Terri’s kitchen。 She loved its warm； plasticky scent。 She would never be in that car again。 There had been trips on a hired mini…bus too； with Mr Fairbrother driving the whole team； and sometimes they had stayed overnight when they peted against far…flung schools。 The team had sung Rihanna’s ‘Umbrella’ in the back of the bus： it had bee their lucky ritual； their theme tune； with Krystal doing Jay…Z’s rap； solo； at the start。 Mr Fairbrother had nearly pissed himself the first time he heard her do it：
Uh huh uh huh； Rihanna …
Good girl gone bad –
Take three –
Action。
No clouds in my storms …
Let it rain； I hydroplane into fame
in’ down with the Dow Jones …
Krystal had never understood the words。
Cubby Wall had sent round a letter to them all； saying that the team would not be meeting until they could find a new coach； but they would never find a new coach； so that was a pile of shit； they all knew that。
It had been Mr Fairbrother’s team； his pet project。 Krystal had taken a load of abuse from Nikki and the others for joining。 Their sneering had hidden incredulity and； later on； admiration； because the team had won medals （Krystal kept hers in a box she had stolen from Nikki’s house。 Krystal was much given to sneaking things i