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首发偶发空缺 (临时空缺)-第58部分
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bin bags？’
‘Yeah；’ Andrew’s voice echoed up from the depths。
‘You can call me Mr Mollison；’ said Howard； with a slightly tart edge to his wheezy voice。
Down in the cellar； Andrew wondered whether he ought to start straight away。
‘OK … Mr Mollison。’
It sounded sarcastic。 He hastened to make amends with a polite question。
‘What’s in these big cupboards？’
‘Have a look；’ said Howard impatiently。 ‘That’s what you’re down there for。 To know where you put everything and where you get it from。’
Howard listened to the muffled sounds of Andrew opening the heavy doors； and hoped that the boy would not prove gormless or need a lot of direction。 Howard’s asthma was particularly bad today； the pollen count was unseasonably high； on top of all the extra work； and the excitement and petty frustrations of the opening。 The way he was sweating； he might need to ring Shirley to bring him a new shirt before they unlocked the doors。
‘Here’s the van！’ Howard shouted； hearing a rumble at the other end of the passageway。 ‘Get up here！ You’re to carry the stuff down to the cellar and put it away； all right？ And bring a couple of gallons of milk through to me in the café。 You got that？’
‘Yeah … Mr Mollison；’ said Andrew’s voice from below。
Howard walked slowly back inside to fetch the inhaler that he kept in his jacket； which was hanging up in the staff room behind the delicatessen counter。 Several deep breaths later； he felt much better。 Wiping his face on his apron again； he sat down on one of the creaking chairs to rest。
Several times since he had been to see her about his skin rash； Howard had thought about what Dr Jawanda had said about his weight： that it was the source of all his health problems。
Nonsense； obviously。 Look at the Hubbards’ boy： built like a beanpole； and shocking asthma。 Howard had always been big； as far back as he could remember。 In the very few photographs taken of him with his father； who had left the family when Howard was four or five； he was merely chubby。 After his father had left； his mother had sat him at the head of the table； between herself and his grandmother； and been hurt if he did not take seconds。 Steadily he had grown to fill the space between the two women； as heavy at twelve as the father who had left them。 Howard had e to associate a hearty appetite with manliness。 His bulk was one of his defining characteristics。 It had been built with pleasure； by the women who loved him； and he thought it was absolutely characteristic of Bends…Your…Ear； that emasculating killjoy； that she wanted to strip him of it。
But sometimes； in moments of weakness； when it became difficult to breathe or to move； Howard knew fear。 It was all very well for Shirley to act as though he had never been in danger； but he remembered long nights in the hospital after his bypass； when he had not been able to sleep for worry that his heart might falter and stop。 Whenever he caught sight of Vikram Jawanda； he remembered that those long dark fingers had actually touched his naked； beating heart； the bonhomie with which he brimmed at each encounter was a way of driving out that primitive； instinctive terror。 They had told him at the hospital afterwards that he needed to lose some weight； but he had dropped two stone naturally while he was forced to live off their dreadful food； and Shirley had been intent on fattening him up again once he was out …
Howard sat for a moment more； enjoying the ease with which he breathed after using his inhaler。 Today meant a great deal to him。 Thirty…five years previously； he had introduced fine dining to Pagford with the élan of a sixteenth…century adventurer returning with delicacies from the other side of the world； and Pagford； after initial wariness； had soon begun to nose curiously and timidly into his polystyrene pots。 He thought wistfully of his late mother； who had been so proud of him and his thriving business。 He wished that she could have seen the café。 Howard heaved himself back to his feet； took his deerstalker from its hook and placed it carefully on his head in an act of self…coronation。
His new waitresses arrived together at half…past eight。 He had a surprise for them。
‘Here you are；’ he said； holding out the uniforms： black dresses with frilly white aprons； exactly as he had imagined。 ‘Ought to fit。 Maureen reckoned she knew your sizes。 She’s wearing one herself。’
Gaia forced back a laugh as Maureen stalked into the delicatessen from the café； smiling at them。 She was wearing Dr Scholl’s sandals over her black stockings。 Her dress finished two inches above her wrinkled knees。
‘You can change in the staff room； girls；’ she said； indicating the place from which Howard had just emerged。
Gaia was already pulling off her jeans beside the staff toilet when she saw Sukhvinder’s expression。
‘Whassamatter； Sooks？’ she asked。
The new nickname gave Sukhvinder the courage to say what she might otherwise have been unable to voice。
‘I can’t wear this；’ she whispered。
‘Why？’ asked Gaia。 ‘You’ll look OK。’
But the black dress had short sleeves。
‘I can’t。’
‘But wh – Jesus；’ said Gaia。
Sukhvinder had pulled back the sleeves of her sweatshirt。 Her inner arms were covered in ugly criss…cross scars； and angry fresh…clotted cuts travelled up from her wrist to her inner arm。
‘Sooks；’ said Gaia quietly。 ‘What are you playing at； mate？’
Sukhvinder shook her head； with her eyes full of tears。
Gaia thought for a moment； then said； ‘I know – e here。’
She was stripping off her long…sleeved T…shirt。
The door suffered a big blow and the imperfectly closed bolt shot open： a sweating Andrew was halfway inside； carrying two weighty packs of toilet rolls； when Gaia’s angry shout stopped him in his tracks。 He tripped out backwards； into Maureen。
‘They’re changing in there；’ she said； in sour disapproval。
‘Mr Mollison told me to put these in the staff bathroom。’
Holy shit； holy shit。 She had been stripped to her bra and pants。 He had seen nearly everything。
‘Sorry；’ Andrew yelled at the closed door。 His whole face was throbbing with the force of his blush。
‘Wanker；’ muttered Gaia； on the other side。 She was holding out her T…shirt to Sukhvinder。 ‘Put it on underneath the dress。’
‘That’ll look weird。’
‘Never mind。 You can get a black one for next week； it’ll look like you’re wearing long sleeves。 We’ll tell him some story …’
‘She’s got eczema；’ Gaia announced； when she and Sukhvinder emerged from the staff room； fully dressed and aproned。 ‘All up her arms。 It’s a bit scabby。’
‘Ah；’ said Howard； glancing at Sukhvinder’s white T…shirted arms and then back at Gaia； who looked every bit as gorgeous as he had hoped。
‘I’ll get a black one for next week；’ said Sukhvinder； unable to look Howard in the eye。
‘Fine；’ he said； patting Gaia in the small of her back as he sent the pair of them through to the café。 ‘Brace yourselves；’ he called to his staff at large。 ‘We’re nearly there … doors open； please； Maureen！’
There was already a little knot of customers waiting on the pavement。 A sign outside read： The Copper Kettle； Opening Today – First Coffee Free！
Andrew did not see Gaia again for hours。 Howard kept him busy heaving milk and fruit juices up and down the steep cellar steps； and swabbing the floor of the small kitchen area at the back。 He was given a lunch break earlier than either of the waitresses。 The next glimpse he got of her was when Howard summoned him to the counter of the café； and they passed within inches of each other as she walked in the other direction； towards the back room。
‘We’re swamped； Mr Price！’ said Howard； in high good humour。 ‘Get yourself a clean apron and mop down some of these tables for me while Gaia has her lunch！’
Miles and Samantha Mollison had sat down with their two daughters and Shirley at a table in the window。
‘It seems to be going awfully well； doesn’t it？’ Shirley said； looking around。 ‘But what on earth is that Jawanda girl wearing under her dress？’
‘Bandages？’ suggested Miles； squinting across the room。
‘Hi； Sukhvinder！’ called Lexie； who knew her from primary school。
‘Don’t shout； darling；’ Shirley reproved her granddaughter； and Samantha bristled。
Maureen emerged from behind the counter in her short black dress and frilly apron； and Shirley corpsed into her coffee。
‘Oh dear；’ she said quietly； as Maureen walked towards them； beaming。
It was true； Samantha thought； Maureen looked ridiculous； especially next to a pair of sixteen…year…olds in identical dresses； but she was not going to give Shirley the satisfaction of agreeing with her。 She turned ostentatiously away； watching the boy mopping tables nearby。 He was spare but reasonably broad…shouldered。 She could see his muscles working under the loose T…shirt。 Incredible to think that Miles’ big fat backside could ever have been that small and tight – then the boy turned into the light and she saw his acne。
‘Not half bad； is it？’ Maureen was croaking to Miles。 ‘We’ve been full all day。’
‘All right； girls；’ Miles addressed his family； ‘what’ll we have to keep up Grandpa’s profits？’
Samantha listlessly ordered a bowl of soup； as Howard waddled through from the delicatessen； he had been striding in and out of the café every ten minutes all day； greeting customers and checking the flow of cash into the till。
‘Roaring success；’ he told Miles； squeezing in at their table。 ‘What d’you think of the place； Sammy？ You haven’t seen it before； have you？ Like the mural？ Like the china？’
‘Mm；’ said Samantha。 ‘Lovely。’
‘I was thinking about having my sixty…fifth here；’ said Howard； absent…mindedly scratching at the itch Parminder’s creams had not yet cured； ‘but it’s not big enough。 I think we’ll stick with the church hall。’
‘When’s that； Grandpa？’ piped up Lexie。 ‘Am I ing？’
‘Twenty…ninth； and what are you now – sixteen？ Course you can e；’ said Howard happily。
‘The twenty…ninth？’ said Samantha。 ‘Oh； but …’
Shirley looked at her sharply。
‘Howard’s been planning this for months。 We’ve all been talking about it for ages。’
‘… that’s the night of Libby’s concert；’ said Samantha。
‘A school thing； is it？’ asked Howard。
‘No；’ said Libby； ‘Mum’s got me tickets for my favourite group。 It’s in London。’
‘And I’m going with her；’ said Samantha。 ‘She can’t go alone。’
‘Harriet’s mum says she could—’
‘I’m taking you； Libby； if you’re going to London。’
‘The twenty…ninth？’ said Miles； looking hard at Samantha。 ‘The day after the election？’
Samantha let loose the derisive laugh that she had spared Maureen。
‘It’s the Parish Council； Miles。 It’s not as though you’ll be giving press conferences。’
‘Well； we’ll miss you； Sammy；’ said Howard； as he hauled himself up with the aid of the back of her chair。 ‘Best get on … all right； Andrew； you’re done here … go and see if we need anything up from the cellar。’
Andrew was forced to wait beside the counter while people passed to and from the bathroom。 Maureen was loading up Sukhvinder with plates of sandwiches。
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