司氏姐妹 第14章: 哀悼的母亲

作者:Wuwuyu  于 2012-9-23 03:22 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:童话小说, 学英语, 中国女孩, 移民生活, 哈利波特

14哀悼的母

 当司家姐妹溜似乎保留的教堂前排的座位时, 默席卷了本来已经非常安静的人群。人们屏住呼吸,咽下已经打了一半的喷嚏停下伸进包和口袋的手俯身靠到座耳朵耳语的嘴。空气变得异常紧张直到·亨特大走向法妈抱了法妈表情矜持已经伸出准备与市长握手的右手显的不知所措但是聚集在教堂的全居民还是一起轻松地吁了一口气。 紧绷的气氛终于得到松弛虽然可能只是一点点。人们试图要安静下来的轻微的沙沙声再次充满了这个神圣的场所。

 

追悼会没有提到拉。也没有提及任何有关婚礼司氏家庭,或任何与Graham死亡相关的事。相反它着眼于他短暂人生所取得的成就他从孩子培养为煌的法学毕业生的喜悦以及未能看到他在他的新花结果的遗憾。

 

司家姐妹坐成一排法妈边上是玛丽接着是摩根然后是米娜。在米娜边上有意无意的留下一个小小的空许玛应该坐在那儿。但是正如追悼会上没有拉的内容在教堂里也没有她本人出现。但是于姐妹许对很多镇上的人说的缺席象是一只白色大象静静地坐在他的思想里。

 

在司家就坐的椅上姐妹一排明亮的眼睛褐色灰色在灯光下闪亮。三姐妹的眼睛都似一汪井水充满了眼泪而米娜时不时用她的手背去擦干从灰色眼睛溢出的泪水。无·亨特和他的妻子何种矛盾心理已经在婚期认识了格雷厄姆亨特始象兄长一样爱他她们爱他,就象玛拉爱上他,是出于同的原因因为他善良有趣不像他们所知的其他人一待他就像待任何人一样。

 

如果玛拉知道不能来参加这个仪式会对她有毁灭性的打击吗?摩根对玛丽感应道

 

认为知道

 

可能会感觉到。最起会感觉到都在一起里哀悼。

 

然只有摩根和玛丽之间这种能够通过思想直接沟通的特殊关系所有的姐妹们的情感是结在一起的。即使她相隔千里——虽然在这以前从来没有分开过--她能感一位姐妹的欢喜害怕度危之中。这也是为什么姐妹感到拉目前仍处在相安全的状况因为如果在监狱里生了什她们会感觉到。

 

摩根握住了玛丽的手这时们感到脚下在轻轻动。

 

一定是玛丽着,知道我

 

正如摩根的玛丽是水玛拉力是土。然而多年来她在不断地抑制它命想成为一个正常人。像玛丽一样她很小心地不在外人那儿透露她具有魔力的秘密是也不像玛丽从来没有在家关起门来认真的练功。因此的魔力是不定的会在不由她控制下爆烈的情感波动时魔力就会失控造成地面颤。在Graham遇害那晚以后,姐妹们能偶而感到地面的震——甚至在报纸上也曾有人指出然这样的文章被深深地埋在血淋淋的耸人听闻谋杀案的报道之中,无人注意

 

追悼会束后宾们应邀参加在花里的招待会。跟着人流,姐妹再次踏上了一个星期前走过的足迹,心情笼罩在婚礼和出了什错的阴影里

 

在花代替婚礼蛋篷搭起的临时舞场的是一个简单的摆设格雷厄姆的画像报纸讣告里的照片一模一样挂在一个小子上。它的下面放着一本很大的签名本和一枝笔,朋友和亲人们可以写上他的慰祝愿不断收到的念格雷厄姆的花束和慰问卡,让纪念仪式显得非常热爆。百花堆在格雷厄姆的画像周把已色彩鲜艳的花得更加灿烂多姿。

 

那些还没有签字的人们在排着有一些人手上还拿着花束。亨特一家人站在子旁接受大家的握手拍拍肩膀的安慰。法妈把女儿们聚集在一起排进了队伍

 

当轮到她们走到前面时个姐妹都在本子上写下了对格雷厄姆要说的话。然后向了亨特太太尽管不断的抽泣,她完美的眼线仍然完整无损,没有被眼泪损坏玛丽极力对她微笑着摩根没有微笑米娜只是用她那小鹿般惊恐的眼睛向上看着她。

 

最深切的哀悼法妈说着一步走出队伍,这时亨特太太用手臂拦住了

 

我很抱歉亨特太太这个举动甚至让法妈吃了一。她眼睛里的眼泪慢慢地冒出来,汇集成一大颗泪珠,危险的挂在眼角每次她把它们从脸上拭干,它们又再次从上溢出。用手臂住法妈紧紧地拥抱了法妈后退了一

 

明白一位母的哀......这样对您和您家人不公平......”向后退了一下看着米娜。我一直希望有女儿......但我很抱歉。于所有的我带给您们的不必要的痛苦。只是...很震惊我唯一​​的儿子......“

 

法妈捏了捏的手点点失去的也是我失去的”。她说完,便而人群中在角落里注视着的眼睛,也回到原来他们自己的对话中

 

A hush swept over the already quiet crowd when the Switch family slipped into the pew at the front of the church that had been seemingly reserved for them. Breaths were held and sniffles were swallowed, hands stopped as they reached for the insides of purses and pockets, and mouths closed as they leaned over to whisper into a neighbor’s ear. The air tightened and did not release until John Hunter strode over to Fa and embraced her. Fa was stiff, having held out her hand for the mayor to shake, but still the townspeople gathered let out a collective sigh of relief. The tension broke, if only slightly, and the light rustle of people trying to be quiet once again filled the sanctuary.

The memorial service did not mention Mara Switch. Neither was any mention made of the wedding, the Switch family, or any of the circumstances surrounding Graham’s death. Rather, it focused on the accomplishments of his short life, the joy of raising him through childhood to a brilliant law student, the regret of not being able to see him blossom in his new field.

The Switch sisters sat in a line, Marie next to Fa, then Morgan, then Mina. A small space had been unintentionally left next to Mina, where perhaps Mara should be sitting. But just as Mara was absent from the contents of the service, so too was her presence missed in the church. For the sisters, and perhaps for much of the town too, her absence was the white elephant that sat silently in their thoughts. 

In the Switch pew, the row of the sisters’ bright eyes–blue, brown, and grey–sparkled in the light. All three sisters held wells of tears in their eyes, with Mina occasionally reaching up to wipe her grey ones on the back of her hand. Whatever ambivalence they had felt for John Hunter and his wife, they had come to know Graham Hunter during the engagement, and had started to love him as a brother. They loved him for the same reasons that had Mara made fall in love with him: he was kind, he was fun, and unlike everybody else they knew, he had treated them just like he would treat anybody. 

Mara would be so devastated knowing that she couldn’t come to this, Morgan thought to Marie.

Do you think she knows? 

She can probably feel it. At the very least she would feel that we’re all together, here, mourning.

Though only Morgan and Marie had the special connection of being able to communicate directly through thoughts, all of the sisters were empathetically linked. Even if they were miles apart–though they had never been until now–they could feel if another sister was ecstatic, depressed, angry, scared, or in grave danger. It was the only reason why the sisters could feel relatively secure that Mara was still okay in her cell–if something had happened to her, they would have felt it. 

Morgan reached for Marie’s hand, and as she did, the ground trembled lightly beneath their feet.

That must be Mara, Marie thought. She knows we’re here.

Just as Morgan’s power was over fire and Marie’s was over water, Mara’s power was over earth. For many years, however, she had suppressed it, wanting desperately just to be normal. Like Marie, she was overly cautious about revealing her true identity to the people outside their family, but unlike Marie she had never practiced methodically at home behind closed doors. As a result, her powers were erratic and would sometimes flare outside of her control. Whenever she experienced strong emotions, they would come out uncontrollably, causing the ground to shake. The sisters had felt occasional tremors since the night of Graham’s death–even the newspapers had noted it, though of course the article was buried deep in the middle pages, outshone by the gory, glamorous coverage of the murder. 

The memorial service ended and guests were invited to the reception in the garden. Following the stream of people outside, the sisters once again traced their steps from a week before. The shadow of the wedding and what had gone awry hung over the procession. 

In the garden, instead of a wedding cake and a tent for dancing, a memorial for Graham had exploded with bouquets of flowers and handwritten notes. It was a simple presentation: Graham’s portrait, the same one that had appeared in the newspaper obituary, had been set up on a small table. Underneath it, a big book lay open with a fountain pen sitting next to it: a place where friends and family could write their condolences and send-offs. Hundreds of flowers were piled around it, turning the already brilliantly colored garden into an overwhelming sight for the eyes. 

The attenders lined up to sign the book, if they had not already, some with still more flowers in hand. The Hunter family positioned themselves next to the table, taking hugs, handshakes, and firm pats on the shoulder as they came down the line. Fa gathered her daughters, sweeping them into the line. 

When they reached the front, each sister wrote a message to Graham in the book. Then, they faced Ms. Hunter, whose perfectly eyelinered eyes were unsmeared despite her continual sobbing. Marie tried to smile, Morgan did not, and Mina just looked up, doe-eyed and scared. 

“Our deepest condolences,” Fa said, and she moved to step out of the line, when Ms. Hunter brought out an arm to stop her. 

“I’m so sorry,” Ms. Hunter said, and even Fa was taken aback this time. The tears in her eyes, which had simmered to a pool hanging dangerously over the corners, overflowed again as she wiped them from her face. She brought her arms around Fa and hugged her tightly. Fa stepped back. 

“You must understand,” she said, “A mother’s grief…I…I have been so unfair to you, and your family…” She trailed off, looking at Mina. “I’ve always wanted daughters…but I’m so sorry. For all the unnecessary pain I caused you. It’s just…the shock! My only son…”

Fa squeezed her hand and nodded. “Your loss is also ours,” she said. She stepped away, and the crowd that had been watching from the corners of her eyes darted back to their original conversations. 

 


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