首发偶发空缺 (临时空缺)-第23章

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！



‘Hello；　handsome；’　said　Maureen；　in　her　deep；　gravelly　voice。　‘Give　me　a　kiss。’

Howard’s　business　partner　was　sitting　in　a　corner　of　the　sofa；　clutching　a　tiny　glass　of　sherry。　She　was　wearing　a　fuchsia　pink　dress　with　dark　stockings　and　high　patent…leather　heels。　Her　jet…black　hair　was　heavily　lacquered　into　a　bouffant；　beneath　which　her　face　was　pale　and　monkeyish；　with　a　thick　smear　of　shocking　pink　lipstick　that　puckered　as　Miles　bent　low　to　kiss　her　cheek。

‘Been　talking　business。　Plans　for　the　new　café。　Hello；　Sam；　sweetheart；’　Maureen　added；　patting　the　sofa　beside　her。　‘Oh；　you　are　lovely　and　tanned；　is　that　still　from　Ibiza？　e　sit　down　by　me。　What　a　shock　for　you　at　the　golf　club。　It　must　have　been　ghastly。’

‘Yes；　it　was；’　said　Samantha。

And　for　the　first　time　she　found　herself　telling　somebody　the　story　of　Barry’s　death；　while　Miles　hovered；　looking　for　a　chance　to　interrupt。　Howard　handed　out　large　glasses　of　Pinot　Grigio；　paying　close　attention　to　Samantha’s　account。　Gradually；　in　the　glow　of　Howard　and　Maureen’s　interest；　with　the　alcohol　kindling　a　forting　fire　inside　her；　the　tension　Samantha　had　carried　with　her　for　two　days　seemed　to　drain　away　and　a　fragile　sense　of　well…being　blossomed。

The　room　was　warm　and　spotless。　Shelving　units　on　either　side　of　the　gas　fire　displayed　an　array　of　ornamental　china；　nearly　all　of　it　memorating　some　royal　landmark　or　anniversary　of　the　reign　of　Elizabeth　II。　A　small　bookcase　in　the　corner　contained　a　mixture　of　royal　biographies　and　the　glossy　cookbooks　that　had　overrun　the　kitchen。　Photographs　adorned　the　shelves　and　walls：　Miles　and　his　younger　sister　Patricia　beamed　from　a　twin　frame　in　matching　school　uniforms；　Miles　and　Samantha’s　two　daughters；　Lexie　and　Libby；　were　represented　over　and　again　from　babyhood　to　teens。　Samantha　figured　only　once　in　the　family　gallery；　though　in　one　of　the　largest　and　most　prominent　pictures。　It　showed　her　and　Miles’　wedding　day　sixteen　years　before。　Miles　was　young　and　handsome；　piercing　blue　eyes　crinkled　at　the　photographer；　whereas　Samantha’s　eyes　were　closed　in　a　half　blink；　her　face　was　turned　sideways；　her　chin　was　doubled　by　her　smile　at　a　different　lens。　The　white　satin　of　her　dress　strained　across　breasts　already　swollen　with　her　early　pregnancy；　making　her　look　huge。

One　of　Maureen’s　thin　claw…like　hands　was　playing　with　the　chain　she　always　wore　around　her　neck；　on　which　hung　a　crucifix　and　her　late　husband’s　wedding　ring。　When　Samantha　reached　the　point　in　her　story　where　the　doctor　told　Mary　that　there　was　nothing　they　could　do；　Maureen　put　her　free　hand　on　Samantha’s　knee　and　squeezed。
。电子书
‘Dishing　up！’　called　Shirley。　Though　she　had　not　wanted　to　e；　Samantha　felt　better　than　she　had　in　two　days。　Maureen　and　Howard　were　treating　her　like　a　mixture　of　heroine　and　invalid；　and　both　of　them　patted　her　gently　on　the　back　as　she　passed　them　on　her　way　into　the　dining　room。

Shirley　had　turned　down　the　dimmer　switch；　and　lit　long　pink　candles　to　match　the　wallpaper　and　the　best　napkins。　The　steam　rising　from　their　soup　plates　in　the　gloom　made　even　Howard’s　wide；　florid　face　look　otherworldly。　Having　drunk　almost　to　the　bottom　of　her　big　wine　glass；　Samantha　thought　how　funny　it　would　be　if　Howard　announced　that　they　were　about　to　hold　a　séance；　to　ask　Barry　for　his　own　account　of　the　events　at　the　golf　club。

‘Well；’　said　Howard；　in　a　deep　voice；　‘I　think　we　ought　to　raise　our　glasses　to　Barry　Fairbrother。’

Samantha　tipped　back　her　glass　quickly；　to　stop　Shirley　seeing　that　she　had　already　downed　most　of　its　contents。

‘It　was　almost　certainly　an　aneurysm；’　announced　Miles；　the　instant　the　glasses　had　landed　back　on　the　tablecloth。　He　had　withheld　this　information　even　from　Samantha；　and　he　was　glad；　because　she　might　have　squandered　it　just　now；　while　talking　to　Maureen　and　Howard。　‘Gavin　phoned　Mary　to　give　the　firm’s　condolences　and　touch　base　about　the　will；　and　Mary　confirmed　it。　Basically；　an　artery　in　his　head　swelled　up　and　burst’　（he　had　looked　up　the　term　on　the　inter；　once　he　had　found　out　how　to　spell　it；　back　in　his　office　after　speaking　to　Gavin）。　‘Could　have　happened　at　any　time。　Some　sort　of　inborn　weakness。’

‘Ghastly；’　said　Howard；　but　then　he　noticed　that　Samantha’s　glass　was　empty；　and　heaved　himself　out　of　his　chair　to　top　it　up。　Shirley　drank　soup　for　a　while　with　her　eyebrows　hovering　near　her　hairline。　Samantha　slugged　down　more　wine　in　defiance。

‘D’you　know　what？’　she　said；　her　tongue　slightly　unwieldy；　‘I　thought　I　saw　him　on　the　way　here。　In　the　dark。　Barry。’

‘I　expect　it　was　one　of　his　brothers；’　said　Shirley　dismissively。　‘They’re　all　alike。’

But　Maureen　croaked　over　Shirley；　drowning　her　out。

‘I　thought　I　saw　Ken；　the　evening　after　he　died。　Clear　as　day；　standing　in　the　garden；　looking　up　at　me　through　the　kitchen　window。　In　the　middle　of　his　roses。’

Nobody　responded；　they　had　heard　the　story　before。　A　minute　passed；　full　of　nothing　but　soft　slurps；　then　Maureen　spoke　again　with　her　raven’s　caw。

‘Gavin’s　quite　friendly　with　the　Fairbrothers；　isn’t　he；　Miles？　Doesn’t　he　play　squash　with　Barry？　Didn’t　he；　I　should　say。’

‘Yeah；　Barry　thrashed　him　once　a　week。　Gavin　must　be　a　lousy　player；　Barry　had　ten　years　on　him。’

Near　identical　expressions　of　placent　amusement　touched　the　candlelit　faces　of　the　three　women　around　the　table。　If　nothing　else；　they　had　in　mon　a　slightly　perverse　interest　in　Miles’　stringy　young　business　partner。　In　Maureen’s　case；　this　was　merely　a　manifestation　of　her　inexhaustible　appetite　for　all　the　gossip　of　Pagford；　and　the　goings…on　of　a　young　bachelor　were　prime　meat。　Shirley　took　a　particular　pleasure　in　hearing　all　about　Gavin’s　inferiorities　and　insecurities；　because　these　threw　into　delicious　contrast　the　achievements　and　self…assertion　of　the　twin　gods　of　her　life；　Howard　and　Miles。　But　in　the　case　of　Samantha；　Gavin’s　passivity　and　caution　awoke　a　feline　cruelty；　she　had　a　powerful　desire　to　see　him　slapped　awake；　pulled　into　line　or　otherwise　mauled　by　a　feminine　surrogate。　She　bullied　him　a　little　in　person　whenever　they　met；　taking　pleasure　in　the　conviction　that　he　found　her　overwhelming；　hard　to　handle。

‘So　how　are　things　going；　these　days；’　asked　Maureen；　‘with　his　lady　friend　from　London？’

‘She’s　not　in　London　any　more；　Mo。　She’s　moved　into　Hope　Street；’　said　Miles。　‘And　if　you　ask　me；　he’s　regretting　he　ever　went　near　her。　You　know　Gavin。　Born　with　cold　feet。’

Miles　had　been　a　few　years　above　Gavin　at　school；　and　there　was　forever　a　trace　of　the　sixth…form　prefect　in　the　way　he　spoke　about　his　business　partner。

‘Dark　girl？　Very　short　hair？’

‘That’s　her；’　said　Miles。　‘Social　worker。　Flat　shoes。’

‘Then　we’ve　had　her　in　the　deli；　haven’t　we；　How？’　said　Maureen　excitedly。　‘I　wouldn’t　have　had　her　down　as　much　of　a　cook；　though；　not　by　the　look　of　her。’

Roast　loin　of　pork　followed　the　soup。　With　the　connivance　of　Howard；　Samantha　was　sliding　gently　towards　contented　drunkenness；　but　something　in　her　was　making　forlorn　protests；　like　a　man　swept　out　to　sea。　She　attempted　to　drown　it　in　more　wine。
Ｚei8�