satellite, in a tiny capsule with no food or water or any way of returning. She knows Laikaâs dead but somehow, right there on the Norfolk saltmarsh, that dog is alive again, looking down on her in her patch of darkness, a cosmonautâs hat on its head and heartbeat monitors on its side.
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The summer passes and the three of them spend their time fishing off the Hansa . Kipper and Shrimp, competing as always - but clearly theyâve both become interested in trying to land her, the girl between them. All three of them with bare legs dangling off the bow, staring down their lines, the only sound coming from Kipperâs habit of sucking air through stems of samphire. The Langore brothers have identical rods and floats, they know about lines and hooks and bait, but itâs Lilâ, with a look of pure satisfaction, who pulls in the first fish. Itâs an angry thing, flapping and twisting on the end of her crabline. But when she reaches out to grab it Shrimp is there first, cutting her line and making the fish fall into the water. What did you do that for! she shouts, thinking heâs just as mean as his shapeshifting brother after all, and Shrimp just says it was a weever, a stingfish, it was going to sting you. He carries on looking at his float while Kipper looks at the two of them and he sees her hand reach up and gently touch Shrimp on his shoulder. Thanks, she whispers, and Kipper knows in this simplest of gestures that heâs lost.
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Walking back to Lane End with a bag of shopping, Goose approaches a hedgehog coming the other way. Middle of the day, on a path hardly wide enough for the two of them. The hedgehog shuffles towards her with the gait of an old tramp. She thinks of bad omens and stories of illness arriving in the form of wandering peasants dressed in rags, knocking on your door at night. While sheâs thinking this the hedgehog keeps coming, determined and ill. When itâs almost under her feet she sees itâs blinded with lice crawling on every last spike of its body and over its face and into its eyes. She steps into the verge and the horror escalates, because she steps on a dead rabbit, releasing a cloud of flies rising as one horrid ball of wings. And she runs for it and then she realizes; she stops running and looks over the saltmarsh and thinks Lilâ, oh no, itâs Lilâ.
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But Lilâ is not at home, nor on the Hansa . Sheâs up at the Langoresâ farm, sitting on top of the haybales in the barn. Itâs dark and dusty and quiet in there, even though itâs the middle of the day and old man Langoreâs down in the yard shouting orders. She can see the lower half of his legs and his boots through the open door. A vetâs there too, being as authoritative as he can; he should be used to farmers by now but old Langoreâs got him riled. The vet keeps raising his voice and using scientific words. The two Langore brothers are in the yard also, trying to separate a cow from the herd; Lilâ can hear the cowâs hooves slipping on the concrete. The rest of the cows are stamping, the way horses do when theyâre bothered. Ha! Kipper shouts Ha! Ha! And she hears the thwack of a stick against cowhide. Langore tries to bribe the vet and the vet says thatâs it, thatâs the last straw. Shoot that and with luck you wonât lose the herd. A heavy iron gate is clanked shut and the bolt slid, and then something moves near her and she thinks itâs a rat and she turns, scared, but instead of a rat she sees itâs Shrimp, wriggling through the gaps in the haybales, a wide grin on his face. Lilâ kicks loose hay at him and laughs and tries to shush him up when he spits out the hay from his mouth. He crawls right up to her and slaps her on the thigh likes sheâs the cow in the yard and she makes a big fuss that that hurt then slaps him back and then they fight, her in her flannel shirt, him in his denim
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