再见谢谢所有的鱼 经典科幻文学:《 再见 多谢你们的鱼》第12章5

经典科幻文学:《 再见 多谢你们的鱼》第12章5  

In the Left Luggage Office? hooted Arthur.
No
of course not. Don’t be silly. What would my parents be doing in the Left Luggage Office? she said
rather taken aback by the suggestion.
Well
I don’t know
spluttered Arthur
or rather…
It was in the ticket queue.
The…
The ticket queue. Or so they claim. They refuse to elaborate. They only say you wouldn’t believe how bored it is possible to get in the ticket queue at Fenchurch Street Station.
She sipped demurely at her tomato juice and looked at her watch.
Arthur continued to gurgle for a moment or o.
I’m going to have to go in a minute or o
said Fenchurch
and you haven’t begun to tell me whatever this terrifically extraordinary thing is that you were so keen to get off your chest.
Why don’t you let me drive you to London? said Arthur. It’s Saturday
I’ve got nothing particular to do
I’d…
No
said Fenchurch
thank you
it’s sweet of you
but no. I need to be by myself for a couple of days. She smiled and shrugged.
But…
You can tell me another time. I’ll give you my number.
Arthur’s heart went boom boom churn churn as she scribbled seven figures in pencil on a scrap of paper and handed it to him.
A box
said a trailing voice
of cherry liqueurs
and also
and I know you’ll like this
a gramophone record of Scottish bagpipe music…
Yes thank you
very nice
insisted Arthur.
I just thought I’d let you have a look at them
said the permed woman
as you’re down from London…
She was holding them out proudly for Arthur too see. He could see that they were indeed a box of cherry brandy liqueurs and a record of bagpipe music. That was what they were.
I’ll let you have your drink in peace now
she said
patting Arthur lightly on his seething shoulder
but I knew you’d like to see.
Arthur re-engaged his eyes with Fenchurch’s once again
and suddenly was at a loss for something to say. A moment had e and gone beeen the o of them
but the whole rhythm of it had been wrecked by that stupid
blasted woman.
Don’t worry
said Fenchurch
looking at him steadily from over the top of her glass
we will talk again. She took a sip.
Perhaps
she added
it wouldn’t have gone so well if it wasn’t for her. She gave a wry little smile and dropped her hair forward over her face again.
It was perfectly true.
He had to admit it was perfectly true.