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Another happy thought came to Shirley。 She set down her cup and saucer on the bedside table； slipped out of bed； pulled on her candlewick dressing gown and her glasses； and padded down the hall to tap on the bathroom door。
‘Howard？’
An interrogative noise answered over the steady patter of the shower。
‘Do you think I should put something on the website？ About Fairbrother？’
‘Good idea；’ he called through the door； after a moment’s consideration。 ‘Excellent idea。’
So she bustled along to the study。 It had previously been the smallest bedroom in the bungalow； long since vacated by their daughter Patricia who had gone to London and was rarely mentioned。
Shirley was immensely proud of her skill on the inter。 She had been to evening classes in Yarvil ten years previously； where she had been one of the oldest students and the slowest。 Nevertheless； she had persevered； determined to be the administrator of Pagford Parish Council’s exciting new website。 She logged herself in and brought up the Parish Council’s homepage。
The brief statement flowed so easily that it was as if her fingers themselves were posing it。
Councillor Barry Fairbrother
It is with great regret that we announce the death of Councillor Barry Fairbrother。 Our thoughts are with his family at this difficult time。
She read this through carefully； hit return and watched the message appear on the message board。
The Queen had lowered the flag on Buckingham Palace when Princess Diana had died。 Her Majesty occupied a very special position in Shirley’s interior life。 Contemplating the message on the website； she was satisfied and happy that she had done the right thing。 Learning from the best …
She navigated away from the Parish Council message board and dropped into her favourite medical website； where she painstakingly entered the words ‘brain’ and ‘death’ in the search box。
The suggestions were endless。 Shirley scrolled through the possibilities； her mild eyes rolling up and down； wondering to which of these deadly conditions； some of them unpronounceable； she owed her present happiness。 Shirley was a hospital volunteer； she had developed quite a little interest in matters medical since starting work at South West General； and occasionally offered diagnoses to her friends。
But there was no concentrating on long words and symptoms this morning： her thoughts skittered away to the further dissemination of the news； already she was mentally assembling and reshuffling a list of telephone numbers。 She wondered whether Aubrey and Julia knew； and what they would say； and whether Howard would let her tell Maureen or reserve that pleasure for himself。
It was all immensely exciting。
IV
Andrew Price closed the front door of the small white house and followed his younger brother down the steep garden path； crunchy with frost； that led to the icy metal gate in the hedge and the lane beyond。 Neither boy spared a glance for the familiar view spread out below them： the tiny town of Pagford cupped in a hollow between three hills； one of which was crested with the remains of the twelfth…century abbey。 A thin river snaked around the edge of the hill and through town； straddled by a toy stone bridge。 The scene was dull as a flat…painted backdrop to the brothers； Andrew despised the way that； on the rare occasions when the family had guests； his father seemed to take credit for it； as though he had designed and built the whole thing。 Andrew had lately decided that he would prefer an outlook of asphalt； broken windows and graffiti； he dreamed of London and of a life that mattered。
The brothers marched to the end of the lane； ambling to a halt on the corner where they met the wider road。 Andrew reached into the hedge； groped around for a while； then drew out a half…full packet of Benson & Hedges and a slightly damp box of matches。 After several false starts； the heads of the matches crumbling against the strike； he succeeded in lighting up。 Two or three deep drags； and then the grumbling engine of the school bus broke the stillness。 Andrew carefully knocked out the glowing head of his cigarette and stowed the rest back in the packet。
The bus was always two…thirds full by the time it reached the turning for Hilltop House； because it had already skirted outlying farms and houses。 The brothers sat apart as usual； each of them taking a double seat and turning to stare out of the window as the bus rumbled and lurched on down into Pagford。
At the foot of their hill was a house that stood in a wedge…shaped garden。 The four Fairbrother children usually waited outside the front gate； but there was nobody there today。 The curtains were all closed。 Andrew wondered whether you usually sat in the dark when somebody died。
A few weeks previously； Andrew had got off with Niamh Fairbrother； one of Barry’s twin daughters； at a disco in the school drama hall。 She had shown a distasteful tendency to shadow his movements for a while afterwards。 Andrew’s parents were barely acquainted with the Fairbrothers； Simon and Ruth had hardly any friends； but they seemed to have had a tepid liking for Barry； who had managed the minuscule branch of the only bank still present in Pagford。 Fairbrother’s name had cropped up a lot in connection with such things as the Parish Council； town hall theatricals； and the Church Fun Run。 These were things in which Andrew had no interest and from which his parents held themselves aloof； excepting the occasional sponsorship form or raffle ticket。
As the bus turned left and trundled down Church Row； past the spacious Victorian houses ranged in descending tiers； Andrew indulged in a little fantasy in which his father dropped dead； gunned down by an invisible sniper。 Andrew visualized himself patting his sobbing mother on the back while he telephoned the undertaker。 He had a cigarette in his mouth as he ordered the cheapest coffin。
The three Jawandas； Jaswant； Sukhvinder and Rajpal； got on the bus at the bottom of Church Row。 Andrew had carefully chosen a seat with an empty place in front of it； and he willed Sukhvinder to sit in front of him； not for her own sake （Andrew’s best friend Fats referred to her a