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"Want some wine?" she said. He smiled and took a swig from the bottle. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.
“想喝點酒嗎？”她問。他微微一笑，就著瓶子喝了一大口。他謝了謝她，又縮回去一聲不響了。過了一會兒，她回到自己一伙人身邊，而文戈則打著盹睡著了。
In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's, and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he began to tell his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.
第二天早上，他們醒來，車已停在另一家霍華德·約翰遜餐館外面。這一次文戈進去了。那女孩一定要他跟他們坐在一起。他好像很害羞，要了杯不加牛奶的清咖啡，在年輕人喋喋不休地議論著露宿沙灘的樂趣時，他卻緊張不安地在抽煙。回到車上以后，那女孩又跟文戈坐在了一起。過了一會兒，他慢吞吞地、不勝心酸地講起了他的身世。他在紐約坐了四年牢，現在要回家了。
"Are you married?"
“你有太太嗎？”
"I don't know."
“不知道。”
"You don't know?" she said.
“你不知道？”她問。
"Well, when I was in jail I wrote to my wife," he said. "I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn't stand it, if the kids kept askin' questions, if it hurt her too much, well, she could just forget me. I'd understand. Get a new guy, I said — she's a wonderful woman, really something — and forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me.
“是這樣的，我在坐牢的時候曾寫信給我妻子，”他說。“我告訴她我要離開很長一段時間，要是她受不了，要是孩子們老是問這問那，要是這事太讓她傷心，那她可以干脆忘掉我。我會理解的。我說，再找個男人，忘掉我吧，——她是個很好的女人，真的挺不錯。我告訴她不必給我寫信。
