Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Part Five Chapter VII
XII Halfway down his packet of Rolos, Robbie became extremely thirsty. Krystal had not bought him a drink. He climbed off the bench and crouched down in the warm grass, where he could still see her outline in the bushes with the stranger. After a while, he scrambled down the bank towards them. Ã¢â¬ M thirsty,' he whined. Ã¢â¬ËRobbie, get out of it!' screamed Krystal. Ã¢â¬ËGo an' sit on the bench!' Ã¢â¬ËWanna drink!' Ã¢â¬ËFuckin' Ã¢â¬â go an' wai' by the bench, an' I'll gerra drink in a minute! Go Ã¢â¬Ëway, Robbie!' Crying, he climbed back up the slippery bank to the bench. He was accustomed to not being given what he wanted, and disobedient by habit, because grown-ups were arbitrary in their wrath and their rules, so he had learned to seize his tiny pleasures wherever and whenever he could. Angry at Krystal, he wandered a little way from the bench along the road. A man in sunglasses was walking along the pavement towards him. (Gavin had forgotten where he had parked the car. He had marched out of Mary's and walked straight down Church Row, only realizing that he was heading in the wrong direction when he drew level with Miles and Samantha's house. Not wanting to pass the Fairbrothers' again, he had taken a circuitous route back to the bridge. He saw the boy, chocolate-stained, ill-kempt and unappealing, and walked past, with his happiness in tatters, half wishing that he could have gone to Kay's house and been silently cradled Ã¢â¬ ¦ she had always been nicest to him when he was miserable, it was what had attracted him to her in the first place.) The rushing of the river increased Robbie's thirst. He cried a bit more as he changed direction and headed away from the bridge, back past the place where Krystal was hidden. The bushes had started shaking. He walked on, wanting a drink, then noticed a hole in a long hedge on the left of the road. When he drew level, he spotted a playing field beyond. Robbie wriggled through the hole and contemplated the wide green space with its spreading chestnut tree and goal posts. Robbie knew what they were, because his cousin Dane had showed him how to kick a football at the play park. He had never seen so much greenness. A woman came striding across the field, with her arms folded and her head bowed. (Samantha had been walking at random, walking and walking, anywhere as long as it was nowhere near Church Row. She had been asking herself many questions and coming up with few answers; and one of the questions she asked herself was whether she might not have gone too far in telling Miles about that stupid, drunken letter, which she had sent out of spite, and which seemed much less clever now Ã¢â¬ ¦ She glanced up and her eyes met Robbie's. Children often wriggled through the hole in the hedge to play in the field at weekends. Her own girls had done it when they were younger. She climbed over the gate and turned away from the river towards the Square. Self-disgust clung to her, no matter how hard she tried to outrun it.) Robbie went back through the hole in the hedge and walked a little way along the road after the striding lady, but she was soon out of sight. The half-packet of remaining Rolos were melting in his hand, and he did not want to put them down, but he was so thirsty. Maybe Krystal had finished. He wandered back in the opposite direction. When he reached the first patch of bushes on the bank, he saw that they were not moving, so he thought it was all right to approach. Ã¢â¬ËKrystal,' he said. But the bushes were empty. Krystal was gone. Robbie started to wail and shout for Krystal. He clambered back up the bank and looked wildly up and down the road, but there was no sign of her. Ã¢â¬ËKrystal!' he yelled. A woman with short silver hair glanced at him, frowning, as she trotted briskly along the opposite pavement. Shirley had left Lexie at the Copper Kettle, where she seemed happy, but a short way across the Square she had caught a glimpse of Samantha, who was the very last person she wanted to meet, so she had taken off in the opposite direction. The boy's wails and squawks echoed behind her as she hurried along. Shirley's fist was clutched tightly around the EpiPen in her pocket. She would not be a dirty joke. She wanted to be pure and pitied, like Mary Fairbrother. Her rage was so enormous, so dangerous, that she could not think coherently: she wanted to act, to punish, to finish. Just before the old stone bridge, a patch of bushes shivered to Shirley's left. She glanced down and caught a disgusting glimpse of something sordid and vile, and it drove her on. Part Five Chapter VII VII Ã¢â¬ËFuckin' shurrup, Robbie! Shurrup!' Krystal had dragged Robbie to a bus stop several streets away, so that neither Obbo nor Terri could find them. She was not sure she had enough money for the fare, but she was determined to get to Pagford. Nana Cath was gone, Mr Fairbrother was gone, but Fats Wall was there, and she needed to make a baby. Ã¢â¬ËWhy wuz Ã¢â¬Ëe in the room with yeh?' Krystal shouted at Robbie, who grizzled and did not answer. There was only a tiny amount of battery power left on Terri's mobile phone. Krystal called Fats' number, but it went to voicemail. In Church Row, Fats was busy eating toast and listening to his parents having one of their familiar, bizarre conversations in the study across the hall. It was a welcome distraction from his own thoughts. The mobile in his pocket vibrated but he did not answer it. There was nobody he wanted to talk to. It would not be Andrew. Not after last night. Ã¢â¬ËColin, you know what you're supposed to do,' his mother was saying. She sounded exhausted. Ã¢â¬ËPlease, Colin Ã¢â¬â Ã¢â¬Ë Ã¢â¬ËWe had dinner with them on Saturday night. The night before he died. I cooked. What if Ã¢â¬â Ã¢â¬Ë Ã¢â¬ËColin, you didn't put anything in the food Ã¢â¬â for God's sake, now I'm doing it Ã¢â¬â I'm not supposed to do this, Colin, you know I'm not supposed to get into it. This is your OCD talking.' Ã¢â¬ËBut I might've, Tess, I suddenly thought, what if I put something Ã¢â¬â Ã¢â¬Ë Ã¢â¬ËThen why are we alive, you, me and Mary? They did a post-mortem, Colin!' Ã¢â¬ËNobody told us the details. Mary never told us. I think that's why she doesn't want to talk to me any more. She suspects.' Ã¢â¬ËColin, for Christ's sake Ã¢â¬â Ã¢â¬Ë Tessa's voice became an urgent whisper, too quiet to hear. Fats' mobile vibrated again. He pulled it out of his pocket. Krystal's number. He answered. Ã¢â¬ËHiya,' said Krystal, over what sounded like a kid shouting. Ã¢â¬ËD'you wanna meet up?' Ã¢â¬ËDunno,' yawned Fats. He had been intending to go to bed. Ã¢â¬ËI'm comin' into Pagford on the bus. We could hook up.' Last night he had pressed Gaia Bawden into the railings outside the town hall, until she had pulled away from him and thrown up. Then she had started to berate him again, so he had left her there and walked home. Ã¢â¬ËI dunno,' he said. He felt so tired, so miserable. Ã¢â¬ËGo on,' she said. From the study, he heard Colin. Ã¢â¬ËYou say that, but would it show up? What if I Ã¢â¬â Ã¢â¬Ë Ã¢â¬ËColin, we shouldn't be going into this Ã¢â¬â you're not supposed to take these ideas seriously.' Ã¢â¬ËHow can you say that to me? How can I not take it seriously? If I'm responsible Ã¢â¬â Ã¢â¬Ë Ã¢â¬ËYeah, all right,' said Fats to Krystal. Ã¢â¬ËI'll meet you in twenty, front of the pub in the Square.'