和电影明星一起旅行 英文故事(4)
We talked ceaselessly for the next two hours, having the conversation that is specifically about everything. He told me intimate details about his wife, the beautiful Ms. M. Who would have guessed that she was so troubled?
“Oh, yeah, everything in the tabloids is true.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, especially about her eating disorder.”
“But the affairs?”
“No, not the affairs, of course not. You can’t believe the ‘bloids.
‘” Bloids”?
“We call them ’bloid. Or tabs.”
When the meals were served, it felt as if we were eating breakfast in bed together, and when I got up to use the bathroom he joked, “You’re leaving me!”
And I said, “I’ll be back!”
As I walked up the aisle, many of the passengers stared at me, especially the women. Word had travelled fast in this tiny flying village. Perhaps there were even some ’bloid writers on the flight. There were definitely some ’bloid readers. Had we been talking loudly? It seemed to me that we were whispering. I looked in the mirror while I was peeing and wondered if I was the plainest person he had ever talked to. I took off my blouse and tried to wash under my arms, which isn’t really possible in such a small bathroom. I tossed handfuls of water toward my armpits and they landed on my skirt. It was made from the kind of fabric that turns much darker when it is wet. This was a real situation I had got myself into. I acted quickly, taking off my skirt and soaking the whole thing in the sink, then wringing it out and putting it back on. I smoothed it out with my hands. There. It was all a shade darker now. I walked back down the aisle, being careful not to touch anyone with my dark skirt.
“Oh, yeah, everything in the tabloids is true.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, especially about her eating disorder.”
“But the affairs?”
“No, not the affairs, of course not. You can’t believe the ‘bloids.
‘” Bloids”?
“We call them ’bloid. Or tabs.”
When the meals were served, it felt as if we were eating breakfast in bed together, and when I got up to use the bathroom he joked, “You’re leaving me!”
And I said, “I’ll be back!”
As I walked up the aisle, many of the passengers stared at me, especially the women. Word had travelled fast in this tiny flying village. Perhaps there were even some ’bloid writers on the flight. There were definitely some ’bloid readers. Had we been talking loudly? It seemed to me that we were whispering. I looked in the mirror while I was peeing and wondered if I was the plainest person he had ever talked to. I took off my blouse and tried to wash under my arms, which isn’t really possible in such a small bathroom. I tossed handfuls of water toward my armpits and they landed on my skirt. It was made from the kind of fabric that turns much darker when it is wet. This was a real situation I had got myself into. I acted quickly, taking off my skirt and soaking the whole thing in the sink, then wringing it out and putting it back on. I smoothed it out with my hands. There. It was all a shade darker now. I walked back down the aisle, being careful not to touch anyone with my dark skirt.
第五人格约瑟夫和卡尔的故事
