Part Two Chapter I

Fair Comment7.33 Fair comment on a exit of man interest is not actionable.Charles Arnold-BakerLocal Council Administration,Seventh EditionIIt rained on Barry Fairbrothers grave. The ink blurred on the cards. Siobhans chunky sunflower tip defied the pelting drops, but Marys lilies and freesias crumpled, then fell apart. The chrysanthemum oar darkened as it decayed. come dget swelled the river, made streams in the gutters and turned the steep roads into Pagford shiny and treacherous. The windows of the school bus were opaque with condensation the hanging baskets in the unbent became bedraggled, and Samantha Mollison, windscreen wipers on full tilt, suffered a minor collision in the car on the way home from work in the city.A copy of the Yarvil and District Gazette stuck out of Mrs Catherine Weedons door in try for Street for three days, until it became sodden and illegible. Fin whollyy, social worker Kay Bawden tugged it out of the letterbox, peered in through the rusty flap and spotted the old lady spread-eagled at the foot of the stairs. A policeman helped break down the front door, and Mrs Weedon was interpreted away in an ambulance to South West General.Still the rain fell, forcing the sign-painter who had been hired to rename the old shoe shop to postpone the job. It poured for days and into the nights, and the self-coloured was full of hunchbacks in waterproofs, and umbrellas collided on the narrow pavements.Howard Mollison found the gentle splash against the dark window soothing. He sat in the study that had at one time been his daughter Patricias bedroom, and contemplated the email that he had received from the local newspaper. They had decided to motivate Councillor Fairbrothers article arguing that the Fields ought to remain with Pagford, but in the interests of balance, they hoped that another councillor might make the case for reassignment in the by-line issue.Backfired on you, hasnt it, Fairbrother? thought Howard happily. There you were , thinking youd have it all your own way He closed the email and turned instead to the petite pile of papers beside him. These were the letter that had come trickling in, requesting an election to fill Barrys unoccupied seat. The constitution stated that it required nine applications to enforce a public vote, and he had received ten. He read them over, while his wifes and his business partners voices locomote and fell in the kitchen, stripping bare between them the meaty grunge of old Mrs Weedons collapse and belated discovery. dont walk out on your fix for nothing, do you? Screaming at the top of her voice, Karen said saying shed been disposed the wrong drugs, yes, I know, said Shirley, who considered that she had a monopoly on medical speculation, inclined that she was a hospital volunteer. Theyll run tests up at the General, I expect.Id be feeling very worried if I were Dr Jawanda.Shes probably hoping the Weedons are as well as ignorant to sue, but that wont matter if t he General finds out it was the wrong medication.Shell be struck off, said Maureen with relish.Thats right, said Shirley, and Im afraid a lot of sight will feel good riddance. Good riddance.Methodically Howard sorted letters into piles. Miles completed application forms he set aside on their own. The rest communications were from fellow Parish Councillors. There were no surprises here as shortly as Parminder had emailed him to tell him that she knew of somebody who was interested in standing for Barrys seat, he had expected these six to rally round her, demanding an election. Together with Bends-Your-Ear herself, they were the ones he dubbed the defiant Faction, whose leader had recently fallen. Onto this pile he placed the completed forms of Colin Wall, their chosen candidate.Into a third pile he placed four more(prenominal) letters, which were, likewise, from expected sources professional complainers of Pagford, known to Howard as perennially dissatisfied and suspicious, all prolific correspondents to the Yarvil and District Gazette. Each had their own obsessive interest in some esoteric local issue, and considered themselves independent minded they would be the ones most apt(predicate) to scream nepotism if Miles had been co-opted but they were among the most anti-Fields people in town.Howard took the last both letters in each hand, weighing them up. One of them was from a adult female whom he had never met, who claimed (Howard took nothing for granted) to work at the Bellchapel Addiction Clinic (the circumstance that she styled herself Ms inclined him to believe her). After some hesitation, he placed this on top of Cubby Walls application forms.The last letter, unsigned and typed on a word processor, demanded an election in intemperate terms. It had an air of haste and failure and was littered with typos. The letter extolled the virtues of Barry Fairbrother and named Miles specifically as unfit to fill his sheos. Howard wondered whether Miles had a disgruntled client out there who might prove to be an embarrassment. It was good to be forewarned of such potential hazards. However, Howard doubted whether the letter, being anonymous, counted as a vote for an election. He therefore fed it into the little desktop shredder that Shirley had given him for Christmas.