《首发偶发空缺 (临时空缺)》第144章

Terri　flew　from　her　house　like　a　fury；　with　her　hands　outstretched　like　claws；　and　the　policewoman　had　to　catch　her　round　the　middle　and　swing　her　away　from　Krystal；　whose　face　she　was　trying　to　lacerate。
‘Yeh　little　bitch；　yeh　little　bitch；　what’ve　yeh　done　ter　Robbie？’
Krystal　dodged　the　struggling　pair；　darted　into　the　house　and　slammed　the　front　door　behind　her。
‘For　fuck’s　sake；’　muttered　the　policeman　under　his　breath。
Miles　away　in　Hope　Street；　Kay　and　Gaia　Bawden　faced　each　other　in　the　dark　hallway。　Neither　of　them　was　tall　enough　to　replace　the　light　bulb　that　had　been　dead　for　days；　and　they　had　no　ladder。　All　day　long；　they　had　argued　and　almost　made　up；　then　argued　again。　Finally；　at　the　moment　when　reconciliation　seemed　within　touching　distance；　when　Kay　had　agreed　that　she　too　hated　Pagford；　that　it　had　all　been　a　mistake；　and　that　she　would　try　and　get　them　both　back　to　London；　her　mobile　had　rung。
‘Krystal　Weedon’s　brother’s　drowned；’　whispered　Kay；　as　she　cut　Tessa’s　call。
‘Oh；’　said　Gaia。　Knowing　that　she　ought　to　express　pity；　but　frightened　to　let　discussion　of　London　drop　before　she　had　her　mother’s　firm　mitment；　she　added；　in　a　tight　little　voice；　‘That’s　sad。’
‘It　happened　here　in　Pagford；’　said　Kay。　‘Along　the　road。　Krystal　was　with　Tessa　Wall’s　son。’
Gaia　felt　even　more　ashamed　of　letting　Fats　Wall　kiss　her。　He　had　tasted　horrible；　of　lager　and　cigarettes；　and　he　had　tried　to　feel　her　up。　She　was　worth　much　more　than　Fats　Wall；　she　knew　that。　If　it　had　even　been　Andy　Price；　she　would　have　felt　better　about　it。　Sukhvinder　had　not　returned　one　of　her　calls；　all　day　long。
‘She’ll　be　absolutely　broken　up；’　said　Kay；　her　eyes　unfocused。
‘But　there’s　nothing　you　can　do；’　said　Gaia。　‘Is　there？’
‘Well　…’　said　Kay。
‘Not　again！’　cried　Gaia。　‘It’s　always；　always　the　same！　You’re　not　her　social　worker　any　more！　What；’　she　shouted；　stamping　her　foot　as　she　had　done　when　she　was　a　little　girl；　‘about　me？’
The　police　officer　in　Foley　Road　had　already　called　a　duty　social　worker。　Terri　was　writhing　and　screaming　and　trying　to　beat　at　the　front　door；　while　from　behind　it　came　the　sounds　of　furniture　being　dragged　to　form　a　barricade。　Neighbours　were　ing　out　onto　their　doorsteps；　a　fascinated　audience　to　Terri’s　meltdown。　Somehow　the　cause　of　it　was　transmitted　through　the　watchers；　from　Terri’s　incoherent　shouts　and　the　attitudes　of　the　ominous　police。
‘The　boy’s　dead；’　they　told　each　other。　Nobody　stepped　forward　to　fort　or　calm。　Terri　Weedon　had　no　friends。
‘e　with　me；’　Kay　begged　her　mutinous　daughter。　‘I’ll　go　to　the　house　and　see　if　I　can　do　anything。　I　got　on　with　Krystal。　She’s　got　nobody。’
‘I　bet　she　was　shagging　Fats　Wall　when　it　happened！’　shouted　Gaia；　but　it　was　her　final　protest；　and　a　few　minutes　later　she　was　buckling　herself　into　Kay’s　old　Vauxhall；　glad；　in　spite　of　everything；　that　Kay　had　asked　her　along。
But　by　the　time　they　had　reached　the　bypass；　Krystal　had　found　what　she　was　looking　for：　a　bag　of　heroin　concealed　in　the　airing　cupboard；　the　second　of　two　that　Obbo　had　given　Terri　in　payment　for　Tessa　Wall’s　watch。　She　took　it；　with　Terri’s　works；　into　the　bathroom；　the　only　room　that　had　a　lock　on　the　door。
Her　aunt　Cheryl　must　have　heard　what　had　happened；　because　Krystal　could　hear　her　distinctive　raucous　yell；　added　to　Terri’s　screams；　even　through　the　two　doors。
‘You　little　bitch；　open　the　door！　Letcha　mother　see　ya！’
And　the　police　shouting；　trying　to　shut　the　two　women　up。
Krystal　had　never　shot　up　before；　but　she　had　watched　it　happen　many　times。　She　knew　about　longboats；　and　how　to　make　a　model　volcano；　and　she　knew　how　to　heat　the　spoon；　and　about　the　tiny　little　ball　of　cotton　wool　you　used　to　soak　up　the　dissolved　smack；　and　act　as　a　filter　when　you　were　filling　the　syringe。　She　knew　that　the　crook　of　the　arm　was　the　best　place　to　find　a　vein；　and　she　knew　to　lay　the　needle　as　flat　as　possible　against　the　skin。　She　knew；　because　she　had　heard　it　said；　many　times；　that　first…timers　could　not　take　what　addicts　could　manage；　and　that　was　good；　because　she　did　not　want　to　take　it。
Robbie　was　dead；　and　it　was　her　fault。　In　trying　to　save　him；　she　had　killed　him。　Flickering　images　filled　her　mind　as　her　fingers　worked　to　achieve　what　must　be　done。　Mr　Fairbrother；　running　alongside　the　canal　bank　in　his　tracksuit　as　the　crew　rowed。　Nana　Cath’s　face；　fierce　with　pain　and　love。　Robbie；　waiting　for　her　at　the　window　of　his　foster　home；　unnaturally　clean；　jumping　up　and　down　with　excitement　as　she　approached　the　front　door　…
She　could　hear　the　policeman　calling　to　her　through　the　letter　box　not　to　be　a　silly　girl；　and　the　policewoman　trying　to　quieten　Terri　and　Cheryl。
The　needle　slid　easily　into　Krystal’s　vein。　She　pressed　the　plunger　down　hard；　in　hope　and　without　regret。
By　the　time　Kay　and　Gaia　arrived；　and　the　police　decided　to　force　their　way　in；　Krystal　Weedon　had　achieved　her　only　ambition：　she　had　joined　her　brother　where　nobody　could　part　them。
Nearly　three　weeks　after　the　sirens　had　wailed　through　sleepy　Pagford；　on　a　sunny　morning　in　April；　Shirley　Mollison　stood　alone　in　her　bedroom；　squinting　at　her　reflection　in　the　mirrored　wardrobe。　She　was　making　final　adjustments　to　her　dress　before　her　now…daily　drive　to　South　West　General。　The　belt　buckle　slid　up　a　hole　tighter　than　it　had　done　a　fortnight　ago；　her　silver　hair　was　in　need　of　a　trim　and　her　grimace　against　the　sunshine　blazing　into　the　room　could　have　been　a　simple　expression　of　her　mood。
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When　Miles　acpanied　her　to　the　hospital；　she　could　let　him　do　all　the　talking　to　Howard；　which　he　did；　keeping　up　a　steady　monologue　of　Pagford　news。　She　felt　so　much　better　–　both　more　visible　and　more　protected　–　with　tall　Miles　walking　beside　her　down　the　chilly　corridors。　He　chatted　genially　to　the　nurses；　and　handed　her　in　and　out　of　the　car；　and　restored　to　her　the　sense　of　being　a　rare　creature；　worthy　of　care　and　protection。　But　Miles　could　not　e　every　day；　and　to　Shirley’s　profound　irritation　he　kept　deputizing　Samantha　to　acpany　her。　This　was　not　the　same　thing　at　all；　even　th