otpath that cut its way through the small patch of remaining farmland beside the Fields。 They had shared their first joint。
Krystal had never liked him。 Jealous； thought Terri； watching Robbie sleep in the street light pouring through the thin curtains。 Just jealous。 He’s done more for me than anyone； thought Terri defiantly； because when she tallied kindnesses she subtracted abandonment。 Thus all of Nana Cath’s care had been annihilated by her rejection。
But Obbo had hidden her； once； from Ritchie； the father of her first two children； when she had fled the house barefoot and bleeding。 Sometimes he gave her free bags of smack。 She saw them as equivalent kindnesses。 His refuges were more reliable than the little house in Hope Street that she had once； for three glorious days； thought was home。
Krystal did not return on Saturday morning； but that was nothing new； Terri knew she must be at Nikki’s。 In a rage； because they were low on food； and she was out of cigarettes； and Robbie was whining for his sister； she stormed into her daughter’s room and kicked her clothes around； searching for money or the odd； overlooked fag。 Something clattered as she threw aside Krystal’s crumpled old rowing kit； and she saw the little plastic jewellery box； upended； with the rowing medal that Krystal had won； and Tessa Wall’s watch lying beneath it。
Terri picked up the watch and stared at it。 She had never seen it before。 She wondered where Krystal had got it。 Her first assumption was that Krystal had stolen it； but then she wondered whether she might have been given it by Nana Cath； or even left it in Nana Cath’s will。 That was a much more troubling thought than the idea of the watch being stolen。 The idea of the sneaky little bitch hiding it away； treasuring it； never mentioning it …
Terri put the watch inside the pocket of her tracksuit bottoms and bellowed for Robbie to e with her to the shops。 It took ages to get him into his shoes； and Terri lost her temper and slapped him。 She wished she could go to the shop alone； but the social workers did not like you leaving kids behind in the house； even though you could get things done much quicker without them。
‘Where’s Krystal？’ wailed Robbie； as she manhandled him out of the door。 ‘I wan’ Krystal！’
‘I dunno where the little tart is；’ snapped Terri； dragging him along the road。
Obbo was on the corner beside the supermarket； talking to two men。 When he saw her he raised a hand in greeting； and his two panions walked away。
‘’Ow’s Ter？’ he said。
‘N’bad；’ she lied。 ‘Robbie； leggo。’
He was digging his fingers so tightly into her thin leg that it hurt。
‘Listen；’ said Obbo； ‘couldja keep a bit more stuff for me fer a bit？’
‘Kinda stuff？’ asked Terri； prising Robbie off her leg and holding his hand instead。
‘Coupla bags o’ stuff；’ said Obbo。 ‘Really help me out； Ter。’
‘’Ow long for？’
‘Few days。 Bring it round this evenin’。 Will yeh？’
Terri thought of Krystal； and what she would say if she knew。
‘Yeah； go on then；’ said Terri。
She remembered something else； and pulled Tessa’s watch out of her pocket。 ‘Gonna sell this； whaddaya reckon？’
‘Not bad；’ said Obbo； weighing it in his hand。 ‘I’ll give yeh twenty for it。 Bring it over tonight？’
Terri had thought the watch might be worth more； but she did not like to challenge him。
‘Yeah； all righ’ then。’
She took a few steps towards the supermarket entrance； hand in hand with Robbie； but then turned abruptly。
‘I ain’ usin’ though；’ she said。 ‘So don’ bring …’
‘Still on the mixture？’ he said； grinning at her through his thick glasses。 ‘Bellchapel’s done for； mind。 All in the paper。’
‘Yeah；’ she said miserably； and she tugged Robbie towards the entrance of the supermarket。 ‘I know。’
I ain’t going to Pagford； she thought； as she picked biscuits off the shelf。 I ain’t going there。
She was almost inured to constant criticism and assessment； to the sideways glance of passers…by； to abuse from the neighbours； but she was not going to go all the way to that smug little town to get double helpings； to travel back in time； once a week； to the place where Nana Cath had said she would keep her； but let her go。 She would have to pass that pretty little school that had sent horrible letters home about Krystal； saying that her clothes were too small and too dirty； that her behaviour was unacceptable。 She was afraid of long…forgotten relatives emerging from Hope Street； as they squabbled over Nana Cath’s house； and of what Cheryl would say； if she knew that Terri had entered into voluntary dealings with the Paki bitch who had killed Nana Cath。 Another mark against her； in the family that despised her。
‘They ain’t making me go to fuckin’ Pagford；’ Terri muttered aloud； pulling Robbie towards the checkout。
II
‘Brace yourself；’ teased Howard Mollison at midday on Saturday。 ‘Mum’s about to post the results on the website。 Want to wait and see it made public or shall I tell you now？’
Miles turned away instinctively from Samantha； who was sitting opposite him at the island in the middle of the kitchen。 They were having a last coffee before she and Libby set off for the station and the concert in London。 With the handset pressed tightly to his ear； he said； ‘Go on。’
‘You won。 fortably。 Pretty much two to one over Wall。’
Miles grinned at the kitchen door。
‘OK；’ he said； keeping his voice as steady as he could。 ‘Good to know。’
‘Hang on；’ said Howard。 ‘Mum wants a word。’
‘Well done； darling；’ said Shirley gleefully。 ‘Absolutely wonderful news。 I knew you’d do it。’
‘Thanks； Mum；’ said Miles。
Those two words told Samantha everything； but she had resolved not to be scornful or sarcastic。 Her band T…shirt was packed； she had had her hair done and she had bought new heels。 She could hardly wait to leave。
‘Parish Councillor Mollison then； is it？’ she said； when he had hung up。
‘That’s right；’ he said a little warily。
‘Congratulations；’ she said。 ‘It’s going to be a real celebration tonight； then。 I’m sorry I’m missing it； actually；’ she lied； out of excitement at her imminent escape。 Touched； Miles leaned forward and squeezed her hand。
Libby appeared in the kitchen in tears。 She was clutching her mobile in her hand。
‘What？’ said Samantha； startled。
‘Please will you call Harriet’s mum？’
‘Why？’
‘Please will you？’
‘But why； Libby？’
‘Because she wants to talk to you； because；’ Libby wiped her eyes and nose on the back of her hand； ‘Harriet and I’ve had a big row。 Please will you call her？’
Samantha took the telephone through to the sitting room。 She had only the haziest idea who this woman was。 Since the girls had started at boarding school she had virtually no contact with their friends’ parents。
‘I’m so desperately sorry to do this；’ said Harriet’s mother。 ‘I told Harriet I’d speak to you； because I’ve been telling her it’s not that Libby doesn’t want her to go … you know how close they are； and I hate seeing them like this …’
Samantha checked her watch。 They needed to leave in ten minutes at the latest。
‘Harriet’s got it into her head that Libby had a spare ticket； but didn’t want to take her。 I’ve told her it’s not true – you’re taking the ticket because you don’t want Libby going alone； aren’t you？’
‘Well； naturally；’ said Samantha； ‘she can’t go alone。’
‘I knew it；’ said the other woman。 She sounded strangely triumphant。 ‘And I absolutely understand your protectiveness； and I would never suggest it if I didn’t think it would save you an awful lot of bother。 It’s just that the girls are so close – and Harriet’s absolutely wild about this silly group – and I think； from what Libby’s just told Harriet on the phone； that Libby’s really desperate for her to go too。 I totally understand why you want to keep an eye on Libby； but the thing is； my sister’s taking her two girls； so there would be an adult there with them。 I could drive Libby and Harriet up together this afternoon； we’d meet up with the others outside the stadium and we could all stay overnight at my sister’s place。 I absolutely guarantee that my sister or I will be with Libby at all times。’
‘Oh … that’s so kind。 But my friend；’ said Samantha； with a strange ringing in her ears； ‘is expecting us； you see …’
‘But if you still wanted to go and visit your friend … all I’m saying is there’s really no need for you to attend； is there； if somebody else is with the girls？ … And Harriet’s absolutely desperate – really desperate – I wasn’t going to get involved； but now it’s putting a strain on their friendship …’
Then； on a less gushing note； ‘We’d buy the ticket from you； of course。’
There was nowhere to go； nowhere to hide。
‘Oh；’ said Samantha。 ‘Yes。 I just thought it might be nice to go with her—’
‘They’d much prefer to be with each other；’ said Harriet’s mother firmly。 ‘And you won’t have to crouch down and hide among all the little teenyboppers； ha ha – it’s all right for my sister； she’s only five foot two。’
III
To Gavin’s disappointment； it seemed that he would have to attend Howard Mollison’s birthday party after all。 If Mary； a client of the firm and the widow of his best friend； had asked him to stay for dinner； he would have considered himself more than justified in skipping it … but Mary had not asked him to stay。 She had family visiting； and she had been oddly flustered when he had turned up。
She doesn’t want them to know； he thought； taking fort in her self…consciousness as she ushered him towards the door。
He drove back to the Smithy； replaying his conversation with Kay in his mind。
I thought he was your best friend。 He’s only been dead a few weeks！
Yeah； and I was looking after her for Barry； he retorted in his head； which is what he’d have wanted。 Neither of us expected this to happen。 Barry’s dead。 It can’t hurt him now。
Alone in the Smithy he looked out a clean suit for the party； because the invitation said ‘formal’； and tried to imagine gossipy little Pagford relishing the story of Gavin and Mary。
So what？ he thought； staggered