司氏姐妹 (The Switch Sisters)第二章: 大日子

作者:Wuwuyu  于 2012-7-11 04:58 发表于 最热闹的华人社交网络--贝壳村

作者分类:翻译小说|通用分类:原创文学

关键词:新移民, 魔法, 童话小说, 学英语, 哈利波特


第二章 大日子

 

似乎升起特别早。拉披上的梳她对着冲进的阳光眼睛提起了窗户。外面郁郁葱葱绿色的叶吹进房间缠绕头发上

 

突然打了。站在门框里的是穿着黑色大衣的法妈的眼睛闪耀着能量说明已经起早忙碌了几小

 

亲说我希望

 

拉从头发里摘下叶子把它放在床上。

 

我是的真的没有比今天更完美的一天了。

 

法妈用双手两扇门,正了正的大衣的大女儿。

 

我想认为不必要走到玛拉坐着始梳理头发的桌子边一事件的细节告知的母

 

法妈拉手里拿过梳子给她梳头,她使劲地想把一个头发死结拉疼的打了个噤但仍然保持着头不动

 

我一直在上各处跑做各种准敲定菜单”司维曲夫人街道上充满了热闹的谈话。激的人接耳视着我,匆匆跑开,去和邻居八卦。猜他

 

闭上的眼睛。我想他于婚礼的事

 

是的法妈你说们能说什么法妈没有的女儿机会作回们说们很地看到生的事情测这测那们说这将是在小镇历史上最大的事件。法妈放下梳子。拉的头发在镜子里闪闪发光,像一个抛光的石头。

 

你认为该在候通知我司维曲夫人接着当她为玛拉编好辫子,在头顶打了一个完美的发她提高了她的声音你什么时候计划整个镇的人将出席婚礼”把一个夹随便塞进她刚编好髻里奇迹般的发夹正好停留在巧当的地方作了一个深呼吸。一阵风吹来,把窗户切断了房间里的春意。房内的空气静止了得很寂。

 

我以会知道所有的女孩会知道乖巧的重要性。法妈的手放在玛拉的肩膀上拉看着在镜子里的映像。从来没有一次在公众面前跌倒过融入人群我在想你是否是我牵手带进这个小镇的那个女儿。可在你不嫁了市的儿子整个安玫瑰的人参加庆祝式。你让我怎么想头脑里了

 

拉只看到说完后才开口。我只邀请了和我的姐妹。其余的客人必是格雷厄姆邀请的。”

 

提到格雷厄姆法妈走向床边坐下的不包含在重的默中。拉知道的母从一始就不成这个婚配。明白她自己也很会卷入境况对自己的感情不知所措害怕失去控制。

 

在亨特一家突然驾临餐馆用餐后的前一个夏天,玛拉已在法妈食店——的母的著名餐馆--当女招待。法妈拉直 一把抓住玛拉的肩膀, 把她拉出厨房对她着急而低声地说。一家在 “17。不要犯任何错误

 

拉没有犯任何错误。带着十足的魅力和迷人帮他们点好最好的菜肴马上上单托着放着热气腾腾饭菜的盘,玛拉是如此雅和轻盈地飘过繁忙的餐厅,而在任何其他人手中都会显得束手束脚,飘摇不稳。这顿饭吃得非常完满法妈食店尽管司维曲家庭的名声带有影,却热闹非凡,生意兴隆。在法妈的菜肴里有一种不出的美味的顾客无法抗拒的一次又一次的回来。

 

格雷厄姆亨特回来的更多因为法妈的菜, 也因为拉。在新英格他的童年月后先在科学校然后在一个著名的大学和法律学院完成他的学业,他返回到安玫瑰。亨特市他的父为了庆祝他的归来,作了一个常的举动决定他去他至今还没造访,但在上人们谈论最多的餐。就这样格雷厄姆见到虽然有多年的有关那个家庭在间会变为什么他只看到的美世的优雅。接着是暗暗的求很快尽管的保留心态,发现自己全心全意地觉得与他有缘不能他的求婚说不。

 

她终于服了自己将是一个好的机会来証明司维曲家庭的声誉这也是她现在对她亲说的许这将是一件好事握住司维曲夫人的手说。如果整个小看到我嫁格雷厄姆镇的人将看到们也不是那与众不同。可能是我来改现状的一个机会。想象一下那些来的传言们如何与们不同可以如何炮制奇怪的法如何危等等,想象一下,会全部消失在空气中。”拉站起来看着的母的眼睛求道。

 

是我的一个机会来明我不是他们所认为的那样

 

法妈拿开玛拉握着的手步走去。门突然打在他们再次关上之前,稍稍地停了一下的眼睛充满寒冷和不屈。

 

问题们所认为的那样

 

 

Chapter 2: The Big Day

 

 

The sun seemed to rise especially early. Mara slipped into her dressing robe and opened the curtains. She blinked at the light that flooded into the room and lifted the window. Lush, green leaves blew inside, tangling in her hair.

The door flew open. Standing in its frame was Fa Switch in her black coat, her eyes shining with an energy that said she’d been awake and running about for hours.

“Well,” her mother said, “I hope you’re happy.”

Mara picked the leaves from her hair and laid them on her bedside table.

“I am,” she said, “It really couldn’t be a more perfect day.”

Fa closed the double doors with both hands and swept her coat around to face her oldest daughter.

“I suppose you didn’t think it necessary,” she said, walking towards the table where Mara had sat and started to comb her hair, “to inform your mother of the details of this event.”

Fa took the comb out of Mara’s hand and pulled it through her hair, yanking on hard knots. Mara winced but kept her head still.

“I’ve been all around town, making preparations, finalizing the menu,” Ms. Switch said. “The streets are buzzing with talk. Excited people everywhere, whispering, throwing sideways glances at me and running off to gossip to their neighbor. Can you guess what they are saying?”

Mara closed her eyes. “I suppose they’re talking about the wedding?”

“Yes,” Fa said. “And what do you suppose they’re saying?” Fa didn’t give her daughter a chance to respond. “They’re saying they’re so excited to see what will happen, they’re guessing this and guessing that, they’re saying it’s going to be the largest event in the history of the town.” Fa put down the comb. Mara’s hair gleamed in the mirror like a polished stone surface.

“Now when were you supposing to inform me,” Ms. Switch continued, her voice rising as she braided Mara’s hair into a perfect knot on the top of her head, “When were you planning on telling your mother that the entire townwould be attending the wedding?” She slipped one bobby pin into the intricate bun she’d woven—miraculously, it stayed in place—and let out a deep breath. The window slammed shut and cut off the light spring breeze that had been gently playing inside. The air in the room stilled and became silent.

“I thought you, of all the girls, would know the importance of discretion.” Fa’s hand’s held onto Mara’s shoulders as she spoke, and Mara looked forward at her reflection. “You’re the one who has never once slipped in public, who blends so well into the crowd that sometimes I wonder if you’re the same daughter I carried into this town. Now not only are you marrying the son of the mayor, you have invited the entire town of Ambrose to the ceremony. What am I to make of this? Where has your head gone?”

Mara spoke only after she saw her mother had finished. “I only invited you and my sisters. The rest of the guests must be Graham’s.”

At the mention of Graham, Fa Switch strode to the bed and sat at its edge, containing her discontent in a heavy silence. Mara knew that her mother had disapproved of the match from the start. She understood: she, too, had been surprised to find herself in such a situation, wary of her feelings and scared of losing control.

Mara had been waitressing at Fa’s Foods the summer prior—her mother’s famous restaurant—when the Hunter family had dropped in to dine. Fa Switch had straightened her apron, grabbed her shoulders and strode her out of the kitchen, whispering furiously. “The mayor’s family is here,” she said. “Table 17. Do not make any mistakes.”

Mara had made no mistakes. Charming and personable, she recommended the best dishes and brought the orders out simultaneously, steaming hot on a tray that would have toppled precariously in any other hands but glided gracefully across the busy dining room in Mara’s. From there the work was completed by the food: despite the Switches’ shadowed reputation Fa’s Food was always bustling. There was something indescribably delicious in Fa’s dishes that made her customers unable to resist coming back for more.

Graham Hunter came back for more, more of Fa’s food and more of Mara. He was returning to Ambrose after spending his childhood years in New England, first in prep school, then a prestigious college and law school. For his homecoming celebration his father, Mayor Hunter, had decided in an uncharacteristic move to take him to dine at the most talked-about restaurant in town, which he had yet to visit. And so, Graham met Mara, and untainted by years of whispered rumors of what the family became at night, he saw only her beauty and tranquil, earthly grace. A covert courtship ensued, and soon despite her reservations Mara found herself wholeheartedly attached to him, unable to say no to his proposal of marriage.

She had convinced herself that it would be a wonderful opportunity to refute the Swithes’ reputation, and that was what she said to her mother now. “Maybe it’ll be a good thing,” she said, taking Ms. Switch’s hand and holding it between her own. “If the whole town sees me marry Graham, the whole town will see that we are not so different after all. This could be our chance to change everything. Imagine it, mother! All those words behind closed doors, about how we’re just not like them, how we can concoct strange spells, how we’re dangerous, imagine all of that disappearing into air.” Mara stood up and looked into her mother’s eyes, pleading.

“This is our chance to prove we’re not what they think we are,” she said.

Fa Switch took her hands out of Mara’s grasp and strode towards the doors. They swung open, and she stopped briefly in the frame before they closed in front of her, her eyes cold and unyielding.

“The problem is,” she said, “we are.”


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