I GOT HOME THAT NIGHT at eleven, exhausted1 and empty-handed. For a few moments I stood thinking at the bottom of the outside stairs. In the morning, Jill would be officially listed as "missing." I'd have to head up an investiga-tion into the disappearance2 of one of my closest friends.
"I thought you'd want to know" - I heard a voice above me, catching3 me by surprise - "I heard back from Port-land."
I looked up and saw Molinari; he was sitting on the top step.
"They found a secretary at Portland State who leaked Propp's whereabouts to a boyfriend. They traced the gun to him. Local radical4. But I suspect that's not going to cheer you up much tonight."
"I thought you were supposed to be somebody important, Molinari," I said, too empty and tired to show how glad I was to see him. "How come you always end up babysitting me?"
He stood up. "I didn't want you to feel you have to be alone."
Suddenly I just couldn't hold back. The floodgates burst, and he came down and held me. Molinari drew me to him tightly as the tears carved their way down my cheeks. I felt ashamed to let him see me like this - I wanted so badly to appear strong - but I couldn't get the tears to stop.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to catch myself.
"No" - he stroked my hair - "you don't have to pretend with me. You can let it out. There's no shame."
Something's happened to Jill! I wanted to scream, but I was afraid to lift my face.
"I'm sorry, too." He held me close. Then he squeezed me gently by the shoulders and looked into my swollen5 eyes. "I was with the Department of Justice," he said, and brushed away a few tears, "when the Trade Towers fell. I knew guys who were killed. Some of the fire chiefs, John O'Neill in Trade Center Security. I was one of the heads of the emer-gency response team, but when all the names started coming in, people I'd worked with, I couldn't take it anymore. I went into the men's room. I knew everything was on the line. But I sat in a stall and cried. There's no shame."
I unlocked the front door and we went inside. Molinari made me tea as I sat curled up on the couch, Martha's chin on my thigh6. I didn't know what I would do if I was alone. He came over and poured it for me. I nestled into him, the tea warming me, his arms draped around my shoulders. And we just sat there for a long time. He was right, too - there's no shame.
"Thank you," I sighed into his chest.
"For what? Knowing how to make tea?"
"Just thank you. For not being one of the assholes." I
closed my eyes. For a moment, everything bad was outside, far away from my living room.
The telephone rang. I didn't want to answer it. For a moment, I was feeling a million miles away and, selfish as it was, I liked it.
Then I was thinking, What if it's Jill?
I grabbed the phone and Cindy's voice came on. "Lindsay,
thank God. Something bad's happened." My body clenched7. I held on to Molinari. "Jill?" "No," she answered, "August Spies."
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