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What kind of room do you want? 您要哪一种房间? A double. It's for me and my wife. 一间双人房,我跟我妻子住。 Do you want a single room or a double room? 您要单人房还是双人房? What kind of room would you like? 您要什
One week after Kobe Bryant's Los Angeles Lakers were denied a trade that would have landed superstar point guard Chris Paul, Kobe received more bad news. 就在科比效力的湖人队没能招揽来巨星控球后卫克里斯保罗一周后,深感失
In this life, what did you miss? 在生活中,你错过了什么? The wife asked the husband when she was 25. Despondently, the husband replied: 'I missed a new job opportunity.' 妻子25岁的时候这样问丈夫。丈夫沮丧地回答:我错过
And I think that in a few hours, a few days, a few months, 我认为,过几个小时、几天,或几个月后, you're going to meet someone at a party, and you're going to tell him about this lecture, 你在派对中遇见某人,跟他说起这
第一, 迷你对话 A: Henry is chatting up with the pretty girl. Henry和那个女孩搭上话了。 B: He is always popular among girls. 他总是受到女孩子的青睐。 A: Perhaps he is very handsome. 也许是因为她很帅吧。 B: Not e
READING: Researchers have discovered what they believe is one of the keys to a happy marriage. A difference in height between the two partners could be a secret ingredient for marital bliss. Professor Kitae Sohn of Konkuk University in South Korea ha
They divorced two years after they moved in and sold the house. Posh house. My family is posh. Theyre very weird about it, too. Brothers and sisters? Mark is twenty-two and finishing pre-law at Harvard. Alicia is seventeen and a senior in high school
I wake up and I dont know where I am. An unfamiliar ceiling. Distant traffic noises. Bookshelves. A blue armchair with my velvet dress slung across it and a mans tie draped over the dress. Then I remember. I turn my head and theres Henry. So simple,
Saturday, January 2, 1988, 4:03 a.m. /Sunday, June 16, 1968, 10:46 p.m. (Henry is 24, and 5) HENRY: Its 4:03 a.m. on a supremely cold January morning and Im just getting home. Ive been out dancing and Im only half drunk but utterly exhausted. As I fu
I made you some pretty weird meals over the years. Peanut butter and anchovy sandwiches. Pate and beets on Ritz crackers. I think partly I wanted to see if there was anything you wouldnt eat and partly I was trying to impress you with my culinary wiz
At last, my companion is suitably impressed. Howd you do that? Its not that hard. Ill teach you another time. Entree! I hold open the door and he walks in. I flip on the lights and the Reading Room springs into being; heavy wooden tables and chairs,
Clare spreads the towel on the ground and dumps out the contents of the bag: every imaginable kind of writing implement. Old ballpoint pens, little stubby pencils from the library, crayons, smelly Magic Markers, a fountain pen. She also has a bunch o
Santa is magic. Youre not Santa. Meaning Im not magic? Geez, Louise, youre a tough customer. Im not Louise, I know. Youre Clare. Clare Anne Abshire, born May 24, 1971. Your parents are Philip and Lucille Abshire, and you live with them and your grand
Thats a great idea. But what I really need isnt money, its clothing. Clare looks at me doubtfully. Does your dad have any clothes he doesnt need? Even a pair of pants would be great. I mean, I like this towel, dont get me wrong, its just that where I
He strolls on, braying, blissfully unaware, with his wallet in his left back pocket. He has a large gut but almost no backside, and his wallet is pretty much aching for me to take it. I amble along behind them. Henry has a clear view as I deftly inse
Hmm, my, you should take this to the security guards, hmm, theres quite a bit of cash in here, yes, the man wears thick glasses and peers at Henry through them as he speaks and Henry reaches around under the mans jacket and steals his wallet. Since H
Jesus, Henry. He shuts the door and I hear him walking back to his room. I throw my self a reproachful glare as I pull on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I walk down the hall to Dads bedroom. His door is shut. I knock. No answer. I wait. Dad? Silence.
I laugh and laugh. I have escaped again! Houdini, Prospero, behold me! for I am a magician, too. Nausea overcomes me, and I heave bile onto Kimys mums. Saturday, May 14, 1983 (Clare is 11 almost 12) CLARE: Its Mary Christina Heppworths birthday and a
Then it starts to move, slow. It goes in circles, and then stops on H. Then it speeds up. E, N, R, Y. Henry, says Mary Christina, whos Henry? Helen says, I dont know, but youre blushing, Clare. Who is Henry? I just shake my head, like its a mystery t
Everyone is weirded out. Im very weirded out. Husband? Husband? Thursday, April 12, 1984 (Henry is 36, Clare is 12) HENRY: Clare and I are playing chess in the fire circle in the woods. Its a beautiful spring day, and the woods are alive with birds c