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s in a bad mood。
‘Sorry； it’s been a dreadful day；’ she said； although he had not plained； and they had barely exchanged greetings。 ‘I was late back； I meant to be further on with dinner； e through。’
From upstairs came the insistent crash of drums and a loud bass line。 Gavin was surprised that the neighbours were not plaining。 Kay saw him glance up at the ceiling and said； ‘Oh； Gaia’s furious because some boy she liked back in Hackney has started going out with another girl。’
She seized the glass of wine she was already drinking and took a big gulp。 Her conscience had hurt her when she called Marco de Luca ‘some boy’。 He had virtually moved into their house in the weeks before they had left London。 Kay had found him charming； considerate and helpful。 She would have liked a son like Marco。
‘She’ll live；’ said Kay； pushing the memories away； and she returned to the potatoes she was boiling。 ‘She’s sixteen。 You bounce at that age。 Help yourself to wine。’
Gavin sat down at the table； wishing that Kay would make Gaia turn the music down。 She had virtually to shout at him over the vibration of the bass； the rattling saucepan lids and the noisy extractor fan。 He yearned again for the melancholy calm of Mary’s big kitchen； for Mary’s gratitude； her need for him。
‘What？’ he said loudly； because he could tell that Kay had just asked him something。
‘I said； did you vote？’
‘Vote？’
‘In the council election！’ she said。
‘No；’ he replied。 ‘Couldn’t care less。’
He was not sure whether she had heard。 She was talking again； and only when she turned to the table with knives and forks could he hear her clearly。
‘… absolutely disgusting； actually； that the parish is colluding with Aubrey Fawley。 I expect Bellchapel will be finished if Miles gets in …’
She drained the potatoes and the splatter and crash drowned her temporarily again。
‘… if that silly woman hadn’t lost her temper； we might be in with a better shot。 I gave her masses of stuff on the clinic and I don’t think she used any of it。 She just screamed at Howard Mollison that he was too fat。 Talk about unprofessional …’
Gavin had heard rumours about Dr Jawanda’s public outburst。 He had found it mildly amusing。
‘… all this uncertainty’s very damaging to the people who work at that clinic； not to mention the clients。’
But Gavin could muster neither pity nor indignation； all he felt was dismay at the firm grip Kay seemed to have on the intricacies and personalities involved in this esoteric local issue。 It was yet another indication of how she was driving roots deeper and deeper into Pagford。 It would take a lot to dislodge her now。
He turned his head and gazed out of the window onto the overgrown garden beyond。 He had offered to help Fergus with Mary’s garden this weekend。 With luck； he thought； Mary would invite him to stay for dinner again； and if she did； he would skip Howard Mollison’s sixty…fifth birthday party； to which Miles seemed to think he was looking forward with excitement。
‘… wanted to keep the Weedons； but no； Gillian says we can’t cherry…pick。 Would you call that cherry…picking？’
‘Sorry； what？’ asked Gavin。
‘Mattie’s back；’ she said； and he had to struggle to recollect that this was a colleague of hers； whose cases she had been covering。 ‘I wanted to keep working with the Weedons； because sometimes you do get a particular feeling for a family； but Gillian won’t let me。 It’s crazy。’
‘You must be the only person in the world who ever wanted to keep the Weedons；’ said Gavin。 ‘From what I’ve heard； anyway。’
It took nearly all Kay’s willpower not to snap at him。 She pulled the salmon fillets she had been baking out of the oven。 Gaia’s music was so loud that she could feel it vibrating through the tray； which she slammed down on the hob。
‘Gaia！’ she screamed； making Gavin jump as she strode past him to the foot of the stairs。 ‘GAIA！ Turn it down！ I mean it！ TURN IT DOWN！’
The volume diminished by perhaps a decibel。 Kay marched back into the kitchen； fuming。 The row with Gaia； before Gavin arrived； had been one of their worst ever。 Gaia had stated her intention of telephoning her father and asking to move in with him。
‘Well； good luck with that！’ Kay had shouted。
But perhaps Brendan would say yes。 He had left her when Gaia was only a month old。 Brendan was married now； with three other children。 He had a huge house and a good job。 What if he said yes？
Gavin was glad that he did not have to talk as they ate； the thumping music filled the silence； and he could think about Mary in peace。 He would tell her tomorrow that the insurance pany was making conciliatory noises； and receive her gratitude and admiration …
He had almost cleared his plate when he realized that Kay had not eaten a single mouthful。 She was staring at him across the table； and her expression alarmed him。 Perhaps he had somehow revealed his inner thoughts …
Gaia’s music came to an abrupt halt overhead。 The throbbing quiet was dreadful to Gavin； he wished that Gaia would put something else on； quickly。
‘You don’t even try；’ Kay said miserably。 ‘You don’t even pretend to care； Gavin。’
He attempted to take the easy way out。
‘Kay； I’ve had a long day；’ he said。 ‘I’m sorry if I’m not up to the minutiae of local politics the second I walk—’
‘I’m not talking about local politics；’ she said。 ‘You sit there looking as if you’d rather be anywhere else – it’s – it’s offensive。 What do you want； Gavin？’
He saw Mary’s kitchen； and her sweet face。
‘I have to beg to see you；’ Kay said； ‘and when you e round here you couldn’t make it clearer that you don’t want to e。’
She wanted him to say ‘that’s not true’。 The last point at which a denial might have counted slunk past。 They were sliding； at increasing speed； towards that crisis which Gavin both urgently desired and dreaded。
‘Tell me what you want；’ she said wearily。 ‘Just tell me。’
Both could feel the relationship crumbling to pieces beneath the weight of everything that Gavin refused to say。 It was with a sense of putting them both out of their misery that