司氏姐妹:第16章 - 关闭的门

作者:Wuwuyu  于 2012-10-6 23:14 发表于 最热闹的华人社交网络--贝壳村

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关键词:童话小说, 学英语, 中国女孩, 移民生活, 哈利波特

16 - 的门

 

在格雷厄姆的悼念招待会上法妈躲在花一角陷入了回忆的白日梦里。多少年来,她第一次深埋在心底的记忆冒出表面。她消失在背景里没有注意到在她眼前发生的事件。

 

时侯摩根玛丽和米娜也躲在花角落里。她们正在悄悄地讨论亨特夫人最近态度的转变。起初摩根和玛丽彼此通感应在交换想法但米娜从她们长时间默中感觉到然在讨论什么西着她们的袖子央求她与她分享。

 

真古怪摩根难道没有自己的立场和想法

 

好了是处在端的状况玛丽说想想的儿子刚刚去世。会让一个人的头脑失去理智的

 

亨特先生最终说服了没有那米娜建议道着嘴擦了一下眼角的眼泪。很为难过。

 

姑娘们看了看四周将目光投向仍在花园里磨磨蹭蹭的一个个家庭,而他们也带着一种犹豫不决的眼神偷偷地看回来。安玫瑰这样小的一个小在这儿看到的是那些相同的面孔只是随着时间的推移他们的面容有一些慢慢的改尽管与她的母亲相比,其变老的速度似乎要快得多。她们感到好奇怪虽然她们还是孩子看到那些成群的大人的眼睛,在看她们时仍带着恐惧的色彩。是一种既振奋又侮辱的感。每当摩根看到恐惧的眼神她胸中的怒火就会燃起来就会有一种冲动去干点什么。玛丽她的经验是冷静和算。会冷静地计算这种恐惧带来的点和缺点——权威和孤立象往常一样,她很清楚自己所处的位置。而米娜的小小年纪还不到去思考这种事情的时候发现她会不自不地把自己想象成其他人想象着他的感受。每当米娜这样发现自己会产生一种对那些人的软软的同情心因为他们懂得她的家人。

 

这个花园其实在市官邸的后院。这是一个白色2建筑,木制结构,美史悠久绿色的常春藤爬在墙上,高大的古遮住了透向户的阳光。大部分窗户的窗闭着。在姑娘们来到安玫瑰后,她们还从来没有听说过除亨特家人外,其他任何人进入过里面拉和格雷厄姆订婚时,她们是去了一次只到了一个房而且很快被送出来虽然这个房子显得洁白晶莹透明闪闪发亮,但它似乎与塔玛尼弄那座摇摇晃晃的司家房子一样充了神密。

 

米娜注意到亨特太太的丈夫离开人群沿着通往官邸的小径静静而快速地移动着。他们低着弓着手,似乎在掩面而泣

 

你们们现在要离开我不知道出什事了。

 

姐妹们看着这对夫妇消失在房子的。摩根不耐了下然后跳起来。去冒点险。

 

绝对不可玛丽在摩根开走以前抓住了她的手臂。

 

我很无聊。难道不希望看看那房子里面的东西是什在那里做什如果有人看到我可以看到亨特太太得很当面慰问。”

 

米娜的眼睛也亮了掰开玛丽抓着摩根手臂的手指。去吧,玛丽我想我有一个不的借口。如果我悄悄溜走, 没有人会注意到。

 

玛丽自己的好奇心也起了作用。奇怪的是她感到心理平安的是知道都戴着手。至少摩根不能意外地做出一些愚蠢的事。在她一生中,她第一次得自己有一种冒险的冲动。让她变得正常,似乎也可因此降级到正常的危。如果她被抓住了们也只是像其他任何若了麻烦的顽皮孩子一样。

 

姑娘们悄悄地沿着亨特夫妇走过的小径溜走了。摩根试了下一个边的把手没有任何魔法​​开了

 

走廊亮堂堂的房子里散出温暖的灯光虽然看不见发光的装置在哪里。空气显得昏昏欲睡柔和的古典音从远处的一个房传来。她们的冒险尝试一下子不再显得那。整个房子让人感温馨像一个家。感到安全。

 

走到大环顾四周壁是淡黄色的墙上挂着一排排镜框框起的肖像。镜框内美的油画头像一定是亨特家族的祖先们他们都是高金发,对姐妹微笑着似乎在欢迎她。沿着大厅有多白色的带着金色和玻璃的把手。所有的闭着

 

当她走过大琴的声音得更加亮。在走廊的尽着的温暖的橘黄色灯光从门框中溢出来。门后是一个楼梯看起来似乎通向一个大。姐妹互相看了看走下了楼梯。

 

在楼梯底部有其中一个微微开着很清楚从那儿传来。摩根上前敲了敲并向前了下门

 

 

猛地被打。是亨特太太

 

真是一个的眼睛因为哭过而红肿。房看起来像一个图书馆或起居室一个老式留声机旋转着,播放出优美的古典琴音乐声。亨特先生坐在椅子上喝着一杯威士忌。

 

......”玛丽的话有点结巴。

 

看到您离开显得很悲伤米娜着说的声音甜美而柔和。想来看看

 

姑娘们,进来亨特太太们真是太善良了,会去这样担心。当然作为一个母......”

 

她用发光的眼神看着姐妹把她们拥进坐在一个柔软的沙上。

 

话说我一直想要女儿。跳起来。你们想要什

 

摩根和玛丽交换着困惑的眼神。亨特太太的行太奇怪,太友好,太兴奋。而相反亨特先生却默默象是沉浸在自己的思索中。

 

亨特太太端上了茶。把第一杯递给玛丽突然停下来使劲抓住玛丽的手腕。她抓得玛丽几乎痛得叫出声来但她马上松下手来。这时,亨特太太带着充满兴趣的眼神,轻轻地抚摸着玛丽的手

 

这真是一个漂亮的手镯它肯定是从中国来的玛丽点点亨特太太其余的茶杯分姑娘们,再次站起来,想起我藏在楼上的一些手我在很久以前我有格雷厄姆以前就有它们了...我还以为我会有女儿等着,我去把它们拿来。。。”她急急忙忙地冲出房在一声关门声中消失在门外。

 

怪怪的摩根对玛丽感应道玛丽挤了挤米娜的手放下了手中的茶杯。

 

们回去吧

 

玛丽对着的亨特先生说。得我必须走了在我看到了............您们一切都好。

 

妈妈可能在找我米娜姑娘们快步走到门前。摩根抓住手柄转动着开门

 

一动不动。摩根糊涂了一会儿再次尝试这次更用劲门是着的。玛丽转身朝向亨特先生发现灯暗了下来乐也停止了。亨特先生把眼放在子上站了起来。他高大的身影在昏暗的灯光下像一个长长的黑色罩着她

 

Chapter 16 – The Door that Closed

During the reception for Graham’s memorial service, Fa had fallen into a reverie in the corner of the garden. For the first time in many years, she let memories that she had pushed to the bottom of her heart bubble to the surface. She faded into the background, not noticing the events passing before her eyes.

Meanwhile, Morgan, Marie, and Mina had huddled in corner on the other side of the garden. They were discussing the recent turn in Ms. Hunter’s attitude in whispers. At first, Morgan and Marie had communicated to each other through their minds, but Mina, sensing from their long silence that they must be discussing something, tugged on their sleeves and begged them to share with her.

“What a weirdo,” Morgan said. “Can’t she make up her mind?”

“Well she is under extreme duress,” Marie said. “Think about it–her son just died. That’s got to mess with your head.”

“Maybe Mr. Hunter finally convinced her that we’re not so bad,” Mina suggested. She pouted and wiped a tear from the edge of her eye. “I feel so badly for her.”

The girls looked around, eyeing the families that milled about the garden, who looked back haltingly at them. Ambrose was such a small town that they had grown up seeing all those same faces, altered slowly by the passing of time (though they aged much more rapidly than their mother seemed to do). It was strange to know that they were still children, yet see in those lined, adult eyes, a tinge of fear. It was a feeling at once empowering and insulting. Whenever Morgan saw this fear, a fire would burn up in her, a rage that would push her to action. For Marie, the experience was cold and calculated: she weighed coolly the advantages and disadvantages that came with fear–power, and isolation–seeing clearly, as always, her position in the midst of it all. Mina, though she was too young to be thinking of such things, found herself unconsciously thinking of the other person, imagining what they were feeling. Whenever Mina did this, she found herself feeling a soft pity for those people who couldn’t understand her family.

The garden was in actuality the backyard of the Mayor’s house, a white two story building constructed of wooden slats. It was a beautiful and historic building, with green ivy climbing up the walls and old trees shading the windows. Most of the curtains on the windows were closed. As long as the girls had been in Ambrose, they had never heard of anyone but the Hunter family going inside. The one time they had gone, during Mara and Graham’s engagement, they had only seen one room, and had been quickly shuffled out. Even though it was white and gleaming new, sparkling like a clean and transparent thing, the house seemed to be just as filled with secrets as the rickety Switches’ house on Tamany Lane.

Mina noticed Ms. Hunter and her husband easing down the lane that led back into the house, moving swiftly and quietly, their heads bowed as if crying into their hands.

“Look!” she said. “They’re leaving now. I wonder if anything’s wrong.”

The sisters watched as the couple disappeared around to the other side of the house. Morgan tossed her head impatiently, and then jumped to her feet. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go exploring.”

“Absolutely not!” Marie grabbed out for Morgan’s elbow before she could take a step. “Are you insane?”

“I’m bored. Don’t you want to see what the inside of that house is like? What they’re doing in there? If anyone sees us, we can just say we saw that Ms. Hunter looked really upset, and wanted to personally console her.”

Mina’s eyes were bright. She pulled Marie’s fingers from around Morgan’s arm. “Yeah, let’s go Marie. I think we have an okay excuse. Plus no one is going to notice if we just slip away.”

Marie relented, her own curiosity also tapped. Strangely, It comforted her to know that they were wearing the bracelet. At least, Morgan wouldn’t do something stupid accidentally. For the first time in her life, she felt the urge to take a risk. Because the bracelet had made them “normal,” the dangers seemed to deescalate to normal dangers as well. If they got caught, they were just like any other stupid kids getting in trouble.

The girls slipped quietly down the path that the Hunter couple had taken. Morgan tried the handle on a side door. Without any magic, it clicked open.

The hallway was lit. A warm light exuded from the house, even though there were no visible light fixtures in sight. The air was drowsy, and soft classical music was playing in a room far away. Immediately the adventure felt less risky. The house felt welcoming, like a home. It felt secure.

They walked down the hall, looking around. The walls were a light cream yellow, and small framed portraits hung on the walls. Inside the frames, the beautiful oiled faces of what must have been the Hunter family ancestors–all were high cheeked, blue-eyed, and blond haired–smiled at the sisters, seeming to greet them. There were many white doors along the hall, with golden and glass handles. The doors were all closed.

As they walked down the hall, the sound of piano became louder. At the end of the hallway, a door was open, a warm orange light spilling from its frame. Inside the door was a stairway leading down into what looked like another hall. The sisters looked at each other, and took the stairs down.

At the bottom of the stairs were two doors, one of which was slightly ajar and the clear source of the music. Morgan stepped forward and knocked on the door, pushing it forward.

“Hello?”

The door flung open. It was Ms. Hunter.

“Oh!” she said. “What a surprise!” Her eyes were red from crying. Inside the room, which looked like a library and sitting room, a record player was spinning out the classical piano. Mr. Hunter was sitting on a chair, drinking a glass of whiskey.

“We…” Marie stumbled on her words.

“We saw you leaving the garden looking upset,” Mina chimed in, her voice sweet and gentle. “And we wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Girls, come in,” Ms. Hunter said. “It’s so kind of you to worry. Of course, for a mother…”

She looked at the sisters with beaming eyes, sweeping them into the room and onto a plump upholstered couch.

“The truth is, I’ve always wanted daughters.” She jumped up. “Would you like anything? Tea?”

Morgan and Marie exchanged confused glances. Ms. Hunter’s behavior was strangely friendly and hyper. Mr. Hunter, on the other hand, was completely silent, as if lost in his own thoughts.

Ms. Hunter brought over teacups. As she handed the first cup to Marie, she suddenly stopped and clutched her wrist, so tight that Marie almost screamed out in pain. Immediately, the grip softened. Now Ms. Hunter caressed it softly, looking with interest at the bracelet.

“What a beautiful bracelet,” she said. “It must be from China, am I right?” Marie nodded. Ms. Hunter handed out the rest of the the cups to the girls and stood again. “In fact, they make me think of some bracelets I have upstairs that I got long ago, before I had Graham…when I thought I might have daughters. Let me get them…wait here.” She rushed out of the room in a flurry, disappearing behind the click of the door.

This feels weird, Morgan thought to Marie. Marie squeezed Mina’s hand and put down her tea cup.

Let’s go.

“Well,” Marie said, addressing the silent Mr. Hunter. “I actually think we might need to go, now that we’ve seen…um…that everything’s okay.”

“Our mom is probably looking for us,” Mina said. The girls walked quickly to the door. Morgan grasped the handle and turned.

The door wouldn’t budge. Confused for a moment, Morgan tried again, pulling harder this time. It’s locked. Marie turned toward’s Mr. Hunter and opened her mouth, but then the lights dimmed, and the music went out. Mr. Hunter put his glass on the table and stood up. In the dim light, his tall figure loomed over them like a long black shadow.

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1 回复 mayimayi 2012-10-7 14:40
文字动人 !
1 回复 Wuwuyu 2012-10-7 21:25
感谢夸奖。是中文还是英文?

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