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We're! Did she have to involve me in this? And why can't she get to the point and hang up?
我們!她干嗎非要把我扯進去呢？她干嗎不能直截了當地把話說完就把電話掛上？
"Oliver!"
“奧利佛!”
She had her hand on the mouthpiece again and was talking very loud.
她又用手捂住了話筒，可話卻說得很響。
"He's wounded, Oliver! Can you just sit there and let your father bleed?"
“他感情上受到了傷害，奧利佛！眼看你父親的心在流血，你能坐在那兒無動于衷嗎?”
Had she not been in such an emotional state, I could have explained once again that stonesdo not bleed. But she was very upset. And it was upsetting me too.
要不是她這樣動感情，我也許會再次向她解釋，鐵石心腸是不會流血的。但是她此刻心煩意亂。再說我也給搞得心煩意亂。
"Oliver, she pleaded, "could you just say a word?"
“奧利佛，”她懇求說，“你就只說一兩句不行嗎?”
To him? She must be going out of her mind!
跟他說話？她準是瘋了!
"I mean, like just maybe 'hello'?"
“我是說，就說句‘哈羅’之類打招呼的話?”
She was offering the phone to me. And trying not to cry.
她把電話向我遞過來，一邊竭力忍住不哭。
"I will never talk to him. Ever," I said with perfect calm.
“我決不跟他說話，決不，”我十分平靜地說。
And now she was crying. Nothing audible, but tears pouring down her face. And then she — she begged.
這下她哭了。雖然聽不到一點聲音，但看得見眼淚順著她的面頰直淌下來。接著她——她就哀求起來。
"For me,Oliver. I've never asked you for anything. Please."
“看在我的分上，奧利佛。我從來沒有求過你什么。這回我求你了。”
Three of us. Three of us just standing (I somehow imagined my father being there as well) waiting for something. What? For me?
我們三個人。我們三個人就這么站著，等待著什么（不知怎么，在我的想像中父親似乎就站在跟前）。等什么呢？等我？
I couldn't do it.
我沒法照辦。
Didn't Jenny understand she was asking the impossible? That I would have done absolutely anything else? As I looked at the floor, shaking my head in adamant refusal and extreme discomfort, Jenny addressed me with a kind of whispered fury I had never heard from her：
難道詹妮不明白她是在要求根本辦不到的事？不明白除此之外的任何別的事兒，我都會絕對照辦？我低頭望著地板，極其苦惱卻又十分堅決地搖了搖頭表示拒絕。這時，詹妮帶著一腔怒火，強壓嗓門沖著我直罵。我還從來沒有聽到她這樣怒氣沖沖地對我說過話：
You are a heartless bastard,"she said.
“你是個沒有心肝的雜種，”她說。
