听美国故事练听力 07

　　And now the weekly Special English program "American Stories".

Our story today is called “Marshal 1 in Rome", it was written by MayBrisken. Here is Keg Lant with our story.

Often when he stood next to his wife, Marshal reminded me of anunhappy dog. His eyes looked as if he wanted to please her, but he wasafraid he would not. His wife was about 35 years old and very pretty.

Her name was March, but Marshal called her Ariel. No one knew why hedid this. I wanted to ask him. My husband Robert told me not to. Hesaid March and Marshal talked too much already.

That summer we were traveling through Italy with a group of otherAmerican tourists. Marshal and his wife were the only people our agein the group. Marshal was 42 years old. He had a weak heart. I did notunderstand why he always carried March's heavy suitcases and all herpackages, but Robert would not let me ask him. Robert did not likeMarch, because she wanted to buy everything she saw, and he did notlike Marshal, because he was rich enough to buy March whatever shewanted.

The day we arrived in Rome, Robert made me promise not to talk toMarshal and March. It was our last day of the trip. Robert said ifMarshal and March toured Rome with us, it would ruin a day for him. Isaid "okay."We left the hotel early in the morning before Marshal and March wokeup. We were out all day visiting museums, monuments 2 and churches. Whenwe returned to our hotel that evening, we met Marshal and March. Marchwas trying to open the door to their room. Marshal could not help her.

He was carrying about 8 bags of clothing that March had just bought.

Robert stood there with his hands in his pockets.

"Did you empty another store, March?” he said.

Marshal laughed, March did not.

"What did you buy Bunny today, Robert?" she asked.

I took the key from her hand. "Here," I said, “let me help you."Marshal looked over the top of the packages.

“Bunny, where are you and Robert going for dinner?"I turned the key in the lock.

“We, we heard about this wonderful little Sicilian restaurant." Isaid as I opened the door. "Would you like to come with us?" I wantedto punish Robert for not helping 3 March with the door.

Marshal smiled, "I have never eaten Sicilian food, shall we go, Ariel?

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But Robert wanted his freedom. "March would not like this restaurant,"he said, "it is not elegant 4."Now I was angry, "but the food is very tasty." I said.

Marshal looked at March. "Please, honey."March looked at Robert and then at Marshal. "Okay, okay, we will gowith you, but I will need at least one hour to get dressed," she said.

Two hours later, she was finally ready to leave. By the time wereached the restaurant, we all were very hungry. March pointed 5 tosomething on her menu.

"What is this dish?" she asked a waiter. The waiter just shook hishead and smiled at her.

"He does not speak English, March." Robert said.

March lifted the napkin 6. "Eh...", she said.

We followed her eyes and discovered a small hole in the table cloth.

Someone had sewed the hole very nicely by hand. "March," I said," thistable cloth is white, it is clean. It has even been ironed 7."March was not listening to me; she continued to read the menu. “Whatis caponata?” she asked.

I said, "it is eggplant, olives 8 and tomatoes.

"I hate eggplant," said March.

Robert moved closer to her, "why not ask for a hamburger and a Coke-Cola, March?" Marshal touched her arm.

“Ariel, honey, put down the menu.""Ok, let Bunny order for all of us.”

I did not speak Italian, but I took the menu and began pointing to it.

The waiter smiled as he wrote down our order.

"You will see," I told March, "there will be plenty of food you willlike."And of course, there was. We ate pasta 9, caponata, veal 10 and salad. Wedrank wine, we ordered dessert and coffee. March loved everything.

After we paid the bill, she said, "You know that was .