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  She began going through them with him, showing him what she had done and what she hadn’t, and in the background she could hear Mum and the headmaster’s voices rumbling away. ‘We’re very conscious of the pitfalls, psychological and otherwise, that can occur if children are only encouraged to go in one direction … blah, blah, blah … If Costanza comes to us, while we would consider her mathematical ability an asset, her pastoral care would be …’

  It sounded like it was going all right. Tanzie let her attention travel to what was on the page. It might have been renewal theory. ‘Yes,’ Mr Cruikshank was saying quietly, his finger on the page. ‘But the curious feature of renewal processes is that, if we wait some predetermined time and then observe how large the renewal interval containing it is, we should expect it to be typically larger than a renewal interval of average size.’

  She knew about this! ‘So the monkeys would take longer to type Macbeth?’ she said.

  ‘That’s it.’ He smiled. ‘I wasn’t sure you’d have covered any renewal theory.’

  ‘I haven’t, really. But Mr Tsvangarai told me about it once and I looked it up on the Internet. I liked the whole monkey thing.’ She flicked through the papers. There was tons of it. The numbers sang to her. She could feel her brain sort of humming she wanted to read them so much. She knew she had to go to this school. ‘Mum,’ she said. She didn’t usually interrupt, but she was too excited and forgot her manners. ‘Do you think we could get some of these papers?’

  Mr Daly looked over. He didn’t seem to mind about the missing manners. ‘Mr Cruikshank, have we any spares?’

  ‘You can take these.’

  He handed them over! Just like that! Tanzie began flicking through them. Outside a bell rang and she could hear children walking past the office window, their feet crunching on the gravel. She poked her head up to look at them. She wanted to see if any others were reading books.

  ‘So … what happens next?’

  ‘Well, we’d like to offer Costanza … Tanzie … a scholarship.’ He lifted a glossy folder from the table. ‘Here’s our prospectus, and the relevant documentation. The scholarship covers ninety per cent of the fees. It’s the most generous scholarship this school has ever offered. Usually fifty per cent is our maximum, given the extensive waiting list of pupils hoping to come here. The new scholarship is designed to recognize children with unusual levels of ability.’

  ‘Like me,’ Tanzie said.

  ‘Like you.’ He held out the plate towards her. Somehow they had replaced the biscuits on the plate with new ones. This really was the greatest school ever.

  ‘Ninety per cent,’ Mum said. She put her biscuit back on her saucer.

  ‘I do appreciate that there is still a considerable financial commitment involved. And there would also be uniform and travel costs, and any extras she might want, like music or school trips. But I would like to stress that this is an incredible opportunity.’ He leant forward. ‘We would love to have you here, Tanzie. Your maths teacher says you’re a joy to work with.’

  ‘I like school,’ she said, reaching for another biscuit. ‘I know lots of my friends think it’s boring. But I prefer school to home.’

  They all laughed awkwardly.

  ‘Not because of you, Mum,’ she said, and helped herself to another. ‘But my mum does have to work a lot.’

  Everyone went quiet.

  ‘We all do, these days,’ said Mr Cruikshank.

  ‘Well. It’s a lot for you to think about. And I’m sure you have other questions for us. But why don’t you finish your coffee, while we talk, and then I’ll get one of our pupils to show you around the rest of the school? Then you can discuss this between yourselves.’

  That evening Mum went up to Nicky’s room and got him to hook the computer up to Skype. Every Sunday she would text Dad half an hour before, and he would set up the computer at Grandma’s so that Tanzie could speak to him. She would sit at Nicky’s desk and try not to be distracted by the little image of herself in the corner. It always made her look like she had a really weird-shaped head.

  Except it wasn’t Sunday.

  Tanzie was downstairs in the garden throwing a ball for Norman. She was determined that one day he would fetch it and bring it back. Tanzie had read somewhere that repetition increases the probability of an animal learning how to do something by a factor of four. She wasn’t sure Norman could count, though.

  They had got Norman from the animal shelter when Dad first left and Mum stayed awake for eleven nights in a row worrying that they would be murdered in their beds once everyone realized he’d gone. Brilliant with kids, a fantastic guard dog, the rescue centre said. Mum kept saying, ‘But he’s so big.’

  ‘Even more of a deterrent,’ they said, with cheery smiles. ‘And did we mention he’s brilliant with kids?’

  Two years on, Mum said Norman was basically an enormous eating and crapping machine. He plodded around the house shedding hair and leaving evil smells behind him. He drooled on cushions and howled in his sleep, his great paws paddling the air as if he was swimming. Mum said the rescue centre had been right: nobody would break into their house for fear Norman would gas them to death.

  She had given up trying to ban him from Tanzie’s bedroom. When Tanzie woke up in the morning he was always stretched across three-quarters of the bed, hairy legs across her mattress, leaving her shivering under a tiny corner of duvet. Mum used to mutter about hairs and hygiene but Tanzie didn’t mind. She and Norman had a special bond. She knew that one day he would show it.

  They’d got Nicky when she was two. Tanzie went to bed one night and when she woke he was in the spare room and Mum just said he would be staying and he was her brother. She didn’t know if they had a special bond, even though they were actually 50 per cent related. Tanzie had once asked him what he thought their shared genetic material was, and he’d said, ‘The weird loser gene.’ She thought he might have been joking, but she didn’t know enough about genetics to check.

  She was rinsing her hands under the outside tap when she heard them talking. Nicky’s window was open and their voices floated out into the garden.

  ‘Did you pay that water bill?’ Nicky said.

  ‘No. I haven’t had a chance to get to the post office.’

  ‘It says it’s a final reminder.’

  ‘I know it’s a final reminder.’ Mum was snappy, like she always was when she talked about money. There was a pause. Norman picked up the ball and dropped it near her feet. It lay there, slimy and disgusting.

  ‘Sorry, Nicky. I … just need to get this conversation out of the way. I’ll sort it out tomorrow morning. I promise. You want to speak to your dad?’

  Tanzie knew what the answer would be. Nicky never wanted to talk to Dad any more.

  ‘Hey.’

  She moved right under the window and stood really still. She could hear Dad’s voice.

  ‘Everything all right?’ Dad sounded tense. She wondered if he thought that something bad had happened. Perhaps if he thought Tanzie had leukaemia he might come back. She had watched a TV film once where the girl’s parents divorced and then got back together because she got leukaemia. She didn’t actually want leukaemia though because needles made her pass out and she had quite nice hair.

  ‘Everything’s fine,’ Mum said. She didn’t tell him about Nicky getting battered.

  ‘What’s going on?’

  A pause.

  ‘Has your mum decorated?’ Mum asked.

  ‘What?’

  ‘New wallpaper.’

  ‘Oh. That.’

  Grandma’s house had new wallpaper? Tanzie felt weird. Dad and Grandma were living in a house that she might not recognize any more. It had been 348 days since she last saw Dad. It was 433 days since she’d seen Grandma.

  ‘I need to talk to you about Tanzie’s schooling.’

  ‘Why – is she playing up?’

  ‘Nothing like that, Marty. She’s been offered a scholarship to St Anne’s.’

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�St Anne’s?’

  ‘They think her maths is off the scale.’

  ‘St Anne’s.’ He said it like he couldn’t believe it. ‘I mean I knew she was bright, but …’

  He sounded really pleased. She pressed her back against the wall and went up on tippy-toes to hear better. Perhaps he’d come back if she was going to St Anne’s.

  ‘Our little girl at the posh school, eh?’ His voice had puffed up with pride. Tanzie could imagine him already working out what to tell his mates at the pub. Except he couldn’t go to the pub. Because he always told Mum he had no money to enjoy himself. ‘So what’s the problem?’

  ‘Well … it’s a big scholarship. But it doesn’t cover everything.’

  ‘Meaning what?’

  ‘Meaning we’d still have to find five hundred pounds a term. And the uniform. And the registration fee of five hundred pounds.’

  The silence went on for so long Tanzie wondered if the computer had crashed.

  ‘They said once we’ve been there a year we can apply for a hardship fee. Some bursary or something where, if you’re a deserving case, they can give you extra. But basically we need to find the best part of two grand to get her through the first year.’

  And then Dad laughed. He actually laughed. ‘You’re having me on, right?’

  ‘No, I am not having you on.’

  ‘How am I meant to find two grand, Jess?’

  ‘I just thought I’d –’

  ‘I’ve not even got a proper job yet. There’s nothing going on round here. I’m … I’m only just getting back on my feet. I’m sorry, babe, but there’s no way.’

  ‘Can’t your mum help? She might have some savings. Can I talk to her?’

  ‘No. She’s … out. And I don’t want you tapping her for money. She’s got worries enough as it is.’

  ‘I’m not tapping her for money, Marty. I thought she might want to help her only grandchildren.’

  ‘They’re not her only grandchildren any more. Elena had a little boy.’

  Tanzie stood very still.

  ‘I didn’t even know she was pregnant.’

  ‘Yeah, I meant to tell you.’

  Tanzie had a baby cousin. And she hadn’t even known. Norman flopped down at her feet. He looked at her with his big brown eyes, then rolled over slowly with a groan, as if it was really, really hard work just lying on the floor. He kept looking at her, waiting for her to rub his tummy, but she was trying too hard to listen.

  ‘Well … what if we sell the Rolls?’

  ‘I can’t sell the Rolls. I’m going to start the weddings business up again.’

  ‘It’s been rusting in our garage for the best part of two years.’

  ‘I know. And I’ll come and get it. I just haven’t got anywhere to store it safely up here.’

  The voices had that edge now. Their conversations often ended up like that. They would start off with Mum being all nice and then something would happen so that they both got really clipped and tense with each other. She heard Mum take a deep breath. ‘Can you at least think about it, Marty? She really wants to go to this place. Really, really wants to go. When the maths teacher spoke to her, her whole face lit up like I haven’t seen since –’

  ‘Since I left.’

  ‘I didn’t mean it like that.’

  ‘So it’s all my fault.’

  ‘No, it’s not all your fault, Marty. But I’m not going to sit here and pretend that you going has been a barrel of laughs for them. Tanzie doesn’t understand why you don’t visit her. She doesn’t understand why she hardly gets to see you any more.’

  ‘I can’t afford the fares, Jess. You know that. There’s no point you going on and on at me. I’ve been ill.’

  ‘I know you’ve been ill.’

  ‘She can come and see me anytime. I told you. Send them both at half-term.’

  ‘I can’t. They’re too young to travel all that way alone. And I can’t afford the fares for all of us.’

  ‘And I suppose that’s my fault too.’

  ‘Oh, for Christ’s sake.’

  Tanzie dug her nails into the soft parts of her hands. Norman kept looking at her, waiting.

  ‘I don’t want to argue with you, Marty,’ Mum said, and her voice was low and careful, like when a teacher is trying to explain something to you that you should already know. ‘I just want you to think about whether there is any way at all you could contribute to this. It would change Tanzie’s life. It would mean she never has to struggle in the way that … we struggle.’

  ‘You can’t say that.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘Don’t you watch the news, Jess? All the graduates are out of work. It doesn’t matter what education you get. She’s still going to have to fight. She’s still going to struggle.’ He paused. ‘No. There’s no point us going further into hock just for this. Of course these schools are going to tell you it’s all special, and she’s special, and her life chances are going to be amazing if she goes, et cetera, et cetera. That’s what they do.’

  Mum didn’t say anything.

  ‘No, if she’s bright like they say she is, she’ll make her own way. She’ll have to go to McArthur’s like everyone else.’

  ‘Like the little bastards who spend all their time working out how to bash Nicky’s face in. And the girls who wear four inches of makeup and won’t do PE in case they break a nail. She won’t fit in there, Marty. She just won’t.’

  ‘Now you sound like a snob.’

  ‘No, I sound like someone who accepts that her daughter is a little bit different. And might need a school that embraces it.’

  ‘Can’t do it, Jess. I’m sorry.’ He sounded distracted now, as if he’d heard something in the distance. ‘Look. I’ve got to go. Get her to Skype me Sunday.’

  There was a long silence.

  Tanzie counted to fourteen.

  She heard the door open and Nicky’s voice: ‘That went well, then.’

  She leant over and finally rubbed Norman’s tummy. She closed her eyes so she didn’t see the tear that plopped onto it.

  ‘Have we done any lottery tickets lately?’

  ‘No.’

  That silence lasted nine seconds. Then Mum’s voice echoed into the still air:

  ‘Well, I think maybe we’d better start.’

  3.

  Ed

  Ed was in the creatives’ room drinking coffee with Ronan when Sidney walked in. A man he vaguely recognized stood behind him; another of the Suits. In their sombre grey, with their end-of-the-world expressions, they resembled a pair of Jehovah’s Witnesses.

  ‘We’ve been looking for you.’

  ‘Well, you found us.’

  ‘Not Ronan, you.’

  He studied them for a minute, waiting, then threw a red foam ball at the ceiling and caught it. He glanced sideways at Ronan. Investacorp had bought half-shares in the company a full eighteen months ago but they still thought of them as the Suits. It was one of the kinder things they called them in private.

  ‘Do you know a woman called Deanna Lewis?’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Did you give her any information about the launch of the new software?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘It’s a simple question.’

  Ed looked from one to the other. The atmosphere was strangely charged. His stomach, a packed elevator, began a slow descent towards his feet. ‘We may have chatted about work. No specifics that I remember.’

  ‘Deanna Lewis?’ said Ronan.

  ‘You need to be clear about this, Ed. Did you give her any information about the launch of SFAX?’

  ‘No. Maybe. What is this?’

  ‘The police are downstairs searching your office, with two goons from the Financial Services Authority. Her brother has been arrested for insider trading. On the basis of information that you gave them about the launch of the software.’

  ‘Ha-ha-ha! Funny.’

  ‘Deanna Lewis? Our Deanna Lewis?’ Ronan began to wipe his specta
cles, a thing he did when he was feeling anxious.

  ‘Your Deanna Lewis?’

  ‘We knew her back in college.’

  ‘Did you now? Well, her brother’s hedge fund made two point six million dollars on the first day of trading. She alone cleared a hundred and ninety thousand on her personal account.’ They weren’t laughing.

  ‘Her brother’s hedge fund?’

  ‘Yes, his hedge fund.’

  ‘I don’t understand,’ Ronan said. ‘What is this?’

  ‘I’ll spell it out. Deanna Lewis is on record talking to her brother about Ed telling her about the launch of SFAX. She says Ed said it was going to be enormous. And guess what? Two days later her brother’s fund is among the biggest purchasers of shares. What exactly did you tell her?’

  Ronan stared at him. Ed struggled to gather his thoughts. When he swallowed it was shamefully audible. Across the office the development team were peering over the tops of their cubicles. ‘I didn’t tell her anything.’ He blinked. ‘I don’t know. I might have said something. It’s not like it was a state secret.’

  ‘It was a fucking state secret, Ed. It’s called insider trading. She told him you gave her dates, times. She told him the company was going to make a fortune.’

  ‘Then she’s lying! Shooting her mouth off. We were … having a thing.’

  ‘You wanted to bone the girl, so you shot your mouth off to impress her?’

  ‘It wasn’t like that.’

  ‘You had sex with Deanna Lewis?’ Ed could feel Ronan’s myopic gaze burning into him.

  Sidney lifted his hands, turned to the man behind him. ‘You need to call your lawyer.’

  ‘But how can I be in trouble? It’s not like I got any benefit from it.’

  ‘Michael Lewis’s hedge fund was the biggest single investor in Mayfly in the week before SFAX went live.’

  ‘I didn’t even know her brother had a hedge fund.’

  Sidney glanced behind him. The faces suddenly found something interesting to look at on their desks. And he lowered his voice. ‘You have to go now. They want to interview you at the police station.’

  ‘What? This is nuts. I’ve got a meeting in twenty minutes. I’m not going to any police station.’