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By a malign stroke of fate； Krystal had been in the same class as Howard and Shirley’s eldest granddaughter； Lexie。 Krystal had once hit Lexie Mollison so hard in the face that she had knocked out two of her teeth。 That they had already been wobbly was not felt； by Lexie’s parents and grandparents； to be much of an extenuation。
It was the conviction that whole classes of Krystals would be waiting for their daughters at Winterdown prehensive that finally decided Miles and Samantha Mollison on removing both their daughters to St Anne’s； the private girls’ school in Yarvil； where they had bee weekly boarders。 The fact that his granddaughters had been driven out of their rightful places by Krystal Weedon； swiftly became one of Howard’s favourite conversational examples of the estate’s nefarious influence on Pagford life。
V
The first effusion of Pagford’s outrage had annealed into a quieter； but no less powerful； sense of grievance。 The Fields polluted and corrupted a place of peace and beauty； and the smouldering townsfolk remained determined to cut the estate adrift。 Yet boundary reviews had e and gone； and reforms in local government had swept the area without effecting any change： the Fields remained part of Pagford。 Newers to the town learned quickly that abhorrence of the estate was a necessary passport to the goodwill of that hard core of Pagfordians who ran everything。
But now； at long last – over sixty years after Old Aubrey Fawley had handed Yarvil that fatal parcel of land – after decades of patient work； of strategizing and petitioning； of collating information and haranguing sub…mittees – the anti…Fielders of Pagford found themselves； at last； on the trembling threshold of victory。
The recession was forcing local authorities to streamline； cut and reorganize。 There were those on the higher body of Yarvil District Council who foresaw an advantage to their electoral fortunes if the crumbling little estate； likely to fare poorly under the austerity measures imposed by the national government； were to be scooped up； and its disgruntled inhabitants joined to their own voters。
Pagford had its own representative in Yarvil： District Councillor Aubrey Fawley。 This was not the man who had enabled the construction of the Fields； but his son； ‘Young Aubrey’； who had inherited Sweetlove House and who worked through the week as a merchant banker in London。 There was a whiff of penance in Aubrey’s involvement in local affairs； a sense that he ought to make right the wrong that his father had so carelessly done to the little town。 He and his wife Julia donated and gave out prizes at the agricultural show； sat on any number of local mittees； and threw an annual Christmas party to which invitations were much coveted。
It was Howard’s pride and delight to think that he and Aubrey were such close allies in the continuing quest to reassign the Fields to Yarvil； because Aubrey moved in a higher sphere of merce that manded Howard’s fascinated respect。 Every evening； after the delicatessen closed； Howard removed the tray of his old…fashioned till； and counted up coins and dirty notes before placing them in a safe。 Aubrey； on the other hand； never touched money during his office hours； and yet he caused it to move in unimaginable quantities across continents。 He managed it and multiplied it and； when the portents were less propitious； he watched magisterially as it vanished。 To Howard； Aubrey had a mystique that not even a worldwide financial crash could dent； the delicatessen…owner was impatient of anyone who blamed the likes of Aubrey for the mess in which the country found itself。 Nobody had plained when things were going well； was Howard’s oft…repeated view； and he accorded Aubrey the respect due to a general injured in an unpopular war。
Meanwhile； as a district councillor； Aubrey was privy to all kinds of interesting statistics； and in a position to share a good deal of information with Howard about Pagford’s troublesome satellite。 The two men knew exactly how much of the district’s resources were poured； without return or apparent improvement； into the Fields’ dilapidated streets； that nobody owned their own house in the Fields （whereas the red…brick houses of the Cantermill Estate were almost all in private hands these days； they had been prettified almost beyond recognition； with window…boxes and porches and neat front lawns）； that nearly two…thirds of Fields…dwellers lived entirely off the state； and that a sizeable proportion passed through the doors of the Bellchapel Addiction Clinic。
VI
Howard carried the mental image of the Fields with him always； like a memory of a nightmare： boarded windows daubed with obscenities； smoking teenagers loitering in the perennially defaced bus shelters； satellite dishes everywhere； turned to the skies like the denuded ovules of grim metal flowers。 He often asked rhetorically why they could not have organized and made the place over – what was stopping the residents from pooling their meagre resources and buying a lawnmower between the lot of them？ But it never happened： the Fields waited for the councils； District and Parish； to clean； to repair； to maintain； to give and give and give again。
Howard would then recall the Hope Street of his boyhood； with its tiny back gardens； each hardly more than tablecloth…sized squares of earth； but most； including his mother’s； bristling with runner beans and potatoes。 There was nothing； as far as Howard could see； to stop the Fielders growing fresh vegetables； nothing to stop them disciplining their sinister； hooded； spray…painting offspring； nothing to stop them pulling themselves together as a munity and tackling the dirt and the shabbiness； nothing to stop them cleaning themselves up and taking jobs； nothing at all。 So Howard was forced to draw the conclusion that they were choosing； of their own free will； to live the way they lived； and that the estate’s air of slightly threatening degradation was nothing more than a physical manifestation of ignorance and indolence。
Pagford； by contrast； shone with a kind of moral radiance in Howard’s mind； as though the collective soul of the munity was made manifest