scernible after all these years in Pagford。
‘Mrs Weedon； you’re still smoking； which affects the dose I have to prescribe you。 If you’d give up your cigarettes – smokers metabolize Theophylline more quickly； so the cigarettes are not only worsening your emphysema； but actually affecting the ability of the drug to—’
‘Don’ you shout at me！ I’ve ’ad enough of you！ I’ll report you！ You’ve gave me the wrong fuckin’ pills！ I wanna see someone else！ I wanna see Dr Crawford！’
The old lady appeared around the wall； wobbling； wheezing； her face scarlet。
‘She’ll be the death of me； that Paki cow！ Don’ you go near ’er！’ she shouted at Tessa。 ‘She’ll fuckin’ kill yer with her drugs； the Paki bitch！’
She tottered towards the exit； spindle…shanked； unsteady on her slippered feet； her breath rattling； swearing as loudly as her beleaguered lungs would permit。 The door swung shut behind her。 The receptionist exchanged another look with Tessa。 They heard Parminder’s surgery door close again。
It was five minutes before Parminder reappeared。 The receptionist stared ostentatiously at her screen。
‘Mrs Wall；’ said Parminder； with another tight non…smile。
‘What was that about？’ Tessa asked； when she had taken a seat at the end of Parminder’s desk。
‘Mrs Weedon’s new pills are upsetting her stomach；’ said Parminder calmly。 ‘So we’re doing your bloods today； aren’t we？’
‘Yes；’ said Tessa； both intimidated and hurt by Parminder’s cold professional demeanour。 ‘How are you doing； Minda？’
‘Me？’ said Parminder。 ‘I’m fine。 Why？’
‘Well … Barry … I know what he meant to you and what you meant to him。’
Tears welled in Parminder’s eyes and she tried to blink them away； but too late； Tessa had seen them。
‘Minda；’ she said； laying her plump hand on Parminder’s thin one； but Parminder whipped it away as if Tessa had stung her； then； betrayed by her own reflex； she began to cry in earnest； unable to hide in the tiny room； though she had turned her back as nearly as she could in her swivel chair。
‘I felt sick when I realized I hadn’t phoned you；’ Tessa said； over Parminder’s furious attempts to quell her own sobs。 ‘I wanted to curl up and die。 I meant to call；’ she lied； ‘but we hadn’t slept； we spent almost the whole night at the hospital； then we had to go straight out to work。 Colin broke down at assembly when he announced it； then he caused a bloody awful scene with Krystal Weedon in front of everyone。 And then Stuart decided to play truant。 And Mary’s falling apart … but I’m so sorry； Minda； I should’ve called。’
‘… iculous；’ said Parminder thickly； her face hidden behind a tissue she had pulled out from her sleeve。 ‘… Mary … most important …’
‘You would have been one of the very first people Barry called；’ said Tessa sadly； and； to her horror； she burst into tears too。
‘Minda； I’m so sorry；’ she sobbed； ‘but I was having to deal with Colin and all the rest of them。’
‘Don’t be silly；’ said Parminder； gulping as she dabbed at her thin face。 ‘We’re being silly。’
No； we’re not。 Oh； let go for once； Parminder …
But the doctor squared her thin shoulders； blew her nose and sat up straight again。
‘Did Vikram tell you？’ asked Tessa timidly； tweaking a handful of tissues from the box on Parminder’s desk。
‘No；’ said Parminder。 ‘Howard Mollison。 In the deli。’
‘Oh God； Minda； I’m so sorry。’
‘Don’t be silly。 It’s fine。’
Crying had made Parminder feel slightly better； friendlier towards Tessa； who was wiping her own plain； kind face。 This was a relief； for now that Barry was gone； Tessa was Parminder’s only real friend in Pagford。 （She always said ‘in Pagford’ to herself； pretending that somewhere beyond the little town she had a hundred loyal friends。 She never quite admitted to herself that these consisted only of the memories of her gang of school mates back in Birmingham； from whom the tide of life had long since separated her； and the medical colleagues with whom she had studied and trained； who still sent Christmas cards； but who never came to see her； and whom she never visited。）
‘How’s Colin？’
Tessa moaned。
‘Oh； Minda … Oh God。 He says he’s going to run for Barry’s seat on the Parish Council。’
The pronounced vertical furrow between Parminder’s thick； dark brows deepened。
‘Can you imagine Colin running for election？’ Tessa asked； her sodden tissues crumpled tightly in her fist。 ‘Coping with the likes of Aubrey Fawley and Howard Mollison？ Trying to fill Barry’s shoes； telling himself he’s got to win the battle for Barry – all the responsibility—’
‘Colin copes with a lot of responsibility at work；’ said Parminder。
‘Barely；’ said Tessa； without thinking。 She felt instantly disloyal and started to cry again。 It was so strange； she had entered the surgery thinking that she would offer fort to Parminder； but instead here she was； pouring out her own troubles instead。 ‘You know what Colin’s like； he takes everything to heart so much； he takes everything so personally …’
‘He copes very well； you know； all things considered；’ said Parminder。
‘Oh； I know he does；’ said Tessa wearily。 The fight seemed to go out of her。 ‘I know。’
Colin was almost the only person towards whom stern； self…contained Parminder showed ready passion。 In return； Colin would never hear a word against her； he was her dogged champion in Pagford； ‘An excellent GP’； he would snap at anyone who dared to criticize her in his hearing。 ‘Best I’ve ever had。’ Parminder did not have many defenders； she was unpopular with the Pagford old guard； having a reputation for being grudging with antibiotics and repeat prescriptions。
‘If Howard Mollison gets his way； there won’t be an election at all；’ said Parminder。
‘What d’you mean？’
‘He’s sent round an email。 It came in half an hour ago。’
Parminder turned to her puter monitor； typed in a password； and brought up her inbox。 She angled the monitor so that Tessa could read Howard’s message。 The first paragraph expressed regret at Barry’s death。 The next suggested that； in view of the fact that a year of Barry’s term had already expired； co…opting a replacement might be preferable to going through the onerous process of a full election。
‘He’s lined someone up already；’ said Parminder。 ‘He’s trying to crowbar in some crony before anyone can stop him。 I wouldn’t be surprised if it was Miles。’
‘Oh； surely not；’ said Tessa instantly。 ‘Miles was at the hospital with Barry … no； he was very upset by it—’
‘You’re so damn naive； Tessa；’ said Parminder； and Tessa was shocked by the savagery in her friend’s voice。 ‘You don’t understand what Howard Mollison’s like。 He’s a vile man； vile。 You didn’t hear him when he found out that Barry had written to the paper about the Fields。 You don’t know what he’s trying to do with the methadone clinic。 You wait。 You’ll see。’
Her hand was trembling so much that it took her a few attempts to close down Mollison’s email。
‘You’ll see；’ she repeated。 ‘All right； we’d better get on； Laura needs to go in a minute。 I’ll check your blood pressure first。’
Parminder was doing Tessa a favour； seeing her late like this； after school。 The practice nurse； who lived in Yarvil； was going to drop off Tessa’s blood sample to the hospital lab on her way home。 Feeling nervous and oddly vulnerable； Tessa rolled up the sleeve of the old green cardigan。 The doctor wound the Velcro cuff around her upper arm。 At close quarters； Parminder’s strong resemblance to her second daughter was revealed； for their different builds （Parminder being wiry； and Sukhvinder buxom） became indiscernible； and the similarity of their facial features emerged： the hawkish nose； the wide mouth with its full lower lip； and the large； round； dark eyes。 The cuff tightened painfully around Tessa’s flabby upper arm； while Parminder watched the gauge。
‘One sixty…five over eighty…eight；’ said Parminder； frowning。 ‘That’s high； Tessa； too high。’
Deft and skilful in all her movements； she stripped the wrapping from a sterile syringe； straightened out Tessa’s pale； mole…strewn arm and slid the needle into the crook。
‘I’m taking Stuart into Yarvil tomorrow night；’ Tessa said； looking up at the ceiling。 ‘To get him a suit for the funeral。 I can’t stand the scene there’ll be； if he tries to go in jeans。 Colin’ll go berserk。’
She was trying to divert her own thoughts from the dark； mysterious liquid flowing up into the little plastic tube。 She was afraid that it would betray her； that she had not been as good as she should have been； that all the chocolate bars and muffins she had eaten would show up as traitorous glucose。
Then she thought bitterly that it would be much easier to resist chocolate if her life were less stressful。 Given that she spent nearly all her time trying to help other people； it was hard to see muffins as so very naughty。 As she watched Parminder labelling vials of her blood； she found herself hoping； though her husband and friend might think it heresy； that Howard Mollison would triumph； and prevent an election happening at all。
V
Simon Price left the printworks on the stroke of five every day without fail。 He had put in his hours； and that was that； home was waiting； clean and cool； high on the hill； a world away from the perpetual clank and whirr of the Yarvil plant。 To linger in the factory after clocking…off time （though now a manager； Simon had never ceased to think in the terms of his apprenticeship） would constitute a fatal admission that your home life was lacking or； worse； that you were trying to brown…nose senior management。
Today； though； Simon needed to make a detour before going home。 He met up with the gum…chewing forklift driver in the car park； and together they drove through the darkening streets； with the boy giving directions； into the Fields； actually passing the house in which Simon had grown up。 He had not been past the place for years； his mother was dead； and he had not seen his father since he was fourteen and did not know where he was。 It unsettled and depressed Simon to see his old home with one window boarded over and