
At about eleven o'clock, Lucille Henderson watched as her party was getting better, and she had just gotten a smile from Jack Dello, but had to turn her gaze to Edna Phillips. Edna had been sitting in the big red chair since eight o'clock, smoking a cigarette and changing her bass to greet people who passed by, but no young man was willing to bother to respond to her expectant gaze. Lucille Henderson, in the direction of Edna, sighed as heavily as possible as her clothes permitted, then locked the brow in front of her forehead and began to look one by one at the noisy young men who had been invited to drink her father's whiskey. Her gaze "whizzed" to where William Jensen Jr. was sitting, and he was biting his nails and looking at a little blonde girl sitting on the ground, surrounded by three boys from Rutgers University.
"Hello," Lucille Henderson said to him, pulling over William Jensen's arm. "Come and introduce someone to you."
"Who?"
"A girl. Good girl. ”
Jensen followed her from one end of the room to the other, not forgetting to hurry up and bite off one of the flesh thorns on her thumb.
"Baby Edna," said Lucille Henderson, "you must get to know Bill Jensen." Bill, this is Edna Phillips. You two kids haven't seen each other yet, right? ”
"No," said Edna, glancing at Jason's big nose, his hunched mouth, and his thin shoulders. "It's a pleasure to meet you." She said to him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Jensen replied, silently comparing Edna's appearance with that of the blonde girl on the other end of the room.
"Bill is a good friend of Jack Dello," Lucille said.
"Actually, I don't know him very well." Jensen said.
"Okay, I'm going to flash first." The two of you talk slowly. ”
"What's the rush?" Edna shouted behind her, then said to Jensen, "Won't you sit for a while?" ”
"Well, actually," Jensen said, "I've been sitting for almost a night. ”
"I didn't even know that you and Jack Dello turned out to be good friends," said Edena, "and he's a remarkable character, what do you think?" ”
"Well, he's supposed to be pretty nice, but I don't know very well." I didn't know him that well. I don't really have much contact with their gang. ”
"Oh, no, it's not. I just heard Lucy say you're a good friend of his. ”
"Well, that's what she said. It's just that he and I really don't know each other very well. I should go home actually. I'm going to write an essay, which I'll turn in next Monday. I wasn't going to go home this weekend. ”
"Oh, but the party has just begun!" Edna said. "The lights are on!"
"Ah, what's the beginning?"
"The lights are on. I mean, it's still early. ”
"Hmm... Jensen said. "But I didn't actually intend to come tonight." Because I'm going to write this essay. It's true. I had no intention of coming back this weekend. ”
"But it's still early, isn't it?" Edna said.
"Yes, I know, but—"
"By the way, what topic are you going to write about your essay?"
Suddenly from the other side of the room came the piercing laughter of the little blonde girl, and the three college students from Rutgers University quickly followed suit.
"What exactly do I say you're going to write about your essay?" Edna repeated.
"Oh, I don't know," Jensen said. "It's about describing what a cathedral is. A cathedral in Europe or something. ”
"Well, I mean how are you going to write it?"
"I don't know. It was as if I was going to comment on it or something. I have written it down. ”
The little blonde girl and her friends laughed loudly again.
"Comment on it? Oh, so you've seen it? ”
"What have you seen?" Jensen said.
"That cathedral."
"Me? It's strange to see it. ”
"Well, I mean, if you haven't seen it, how are you going to comment on it?"
"Oh yes. I haven't seen it. But the people who wrote that article have seen it. In fact, what I have to do is to comment on the cathedral through the article he wrote. ”
"Hmm... Got it... It looks pretty hard. ”
"What do you say?"
"I said it seemed quite difficult. I myself have been tortured by this kind of composition several times. I get it. ”
"Hmm."
"Who was that idiot who wrote that article?" Edna asked.
The blonde girl burst out laughing again.
"What do you say?" Jensen said.
"I asked who wrote that article."
"I don't know. John Ruskin seems. ”
"Oh my God," Edna said. "Then you're tragic."
"I said you're going to be tragic. This should be hard to write. ”
"Oh. Right. I think so. ”
Edna said, "Who are you looking at?" Most of the people who came tonight I know. ”
"Me?" Jensen said. "I didn't look at anyone. I think I'm going to pour a glass and drink. ”
"Hey! I also just wanted to say this. ”
They stood up together. Edna was taller than Jensen, and Jensen was shorter than Edna.
"Well," said Edna, "I remember that there was some drinking on the other side of the open-air balcony, and certainly not a good wine. Not necessarily, though. We can try. Just in time to get some fresh air. ”
"All right." Jensen said.
As they walked toward the open-air balcony, Edna leaned over slightly and made a motion to bounce the dust off her knees, only to remove the obscurity that had been piling up on it since eight o'clock. Jensen followed her, looking from time to time in the direction behind him, nibbling at the index finger of his left hand.
The henderson home's terrace lighting is a little too dim for those who want to read a book, knit sweater, or play a crossword puzzle. As Edna deftly crossed the gauze door, she immediately noticed a whisper in a dark corner not far from her left. But she went straight to the end of the terrace, leaned herself heavily against the white railing, took a deep breath, and then turned to look at Jason behind her.
"I seem to hear someone talking." Jensen approached her and said.
"Shhh... Tonight's night is beautiful. Take a deep breath. ”
"Hmm. Where are you talking about drinking? What about wine? ”
"Wait a minute," Edna said. "Take a deep breath. Just a moment. ”
"Well, I just took a deep breath. There seems to be wine over there. ”
He left her and walked toward a table. Edna turned to look at him. Through the dim light, she vaguely saw what he had lifted off the table and put it down.
"There's nothing left!" Jensen shouted at her.
"Shhh... Don't be so loud. Come here. ”
He walked over to her. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Look at the moon tonight." Edna said.
"Hmm. I heard someone over there talking, did you hear that? ”
"I hear you, you fool."
"Why are you calling me a fool?"
"Little couples are dating," Edna said, "and you don't bother them." ”
"Oh. It turned out to be so. I get it. ”
"Don't be so loud. What would you think if you were halfway through your date and someone else came running up and ruined your good deeds? ”
"Well, that's still there to say," Jensen said. "I think I'm going to kill him." What do you think? ”
"I don't know. Well, I guess I would too. ”
"By the way, what do you usually do at home on weekends?" Edna asked.
"Me? I don't know. ”
"Sound dog horse, wave-shaped skeleton or something, isn't it?"
"I don't understand what you're saying," Jensen said.
"You get the idea. The average college student is like this, floating around. ”
"Nope. I don't understand. Not very well understood. ”
"You know," said Edna suddenly, "you resemble a guy I dated last summer. I mean you look like he is. Barry is almost exactly the same size as you. You know, it's like a bamboo pole. ”
"Is it?"
"Hmm. He was a painter. Oh, my God! ”
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just happen to remember the time he painted me a portrait, and I will never forget it. He used to say to me all the time—and at the same time his expression was as serious as something—'Nana, from the world's point of view, you are not very pretty, but there is something special on your face that I want to capture.' I mean, he said that with a really serious look on his face. Well. In fact, I only let him draw that once. ”
"Well," Jensen said. "By the way, do you want me to go into the house and get some drinks?"
"No," said Edna, "we'll just smoke a cigarette." It's so comfortable outside. There are also little couples over there to set off the atmosphere, huh. What's wrong? ”
"I don't seem to have any smoke on me. I remember I still had a bag, which I had in the house. ”
"It's all right, don't bother," Edna said to him. "I have it here." She opened the dinner bag, took out a small black Rhinestone box, opened it, and took one of the three cigarettes in it and handed it to Jensen. Jensen took the cigarette and said he was really leaving, saying he had told her that there was an essay to hand in on Monday. He searched for half a day before he found the matchbox and lit the fire.
"Oh," said Edna, taking a puff of her cigarette, "it will be all right away." By the way, did you see Doris Legget?
"Which is she?"
"The super short, blonde, has been in a relationship with Peter Illisna before, is there any impression?" Oh, you've definitely seen her. She always liked to sit on the floor and laugh super loudly. ”
"Is that her?" Do you know her? Jensen asked.
"Well, sort of," Edna said. "We didn't come and go much. In fact, I knew her mainly from the mouth of Peter Ilyssner. ”
"Who is he?"
"You say Peter Ilyssner?" You don't even know him? Oh, he's a great guy. He was in a relationship with Doris Legget for some time. As far as I know, Doris can have killed him, it is almost sinister, I think. ”
"What do you say?" Jensen asked. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, I still don't say it. You also know that I am a person, I would not be gullible if I did not see it with my own eyes, at least not now. But then again, I don't think Peter should have lied to me. I mean, really. ”
"She wouldn't be so bad, would she?" Jensen said. "This Doris Lijit."
"It's Legget," Edna said. "I think Doris is quite flattering to men. How to say it. I really think I like the original her more, I mean the way she looks, when her hair was quite natural. I mean, dyed hair — at least in my opinion — always feels fake, especially when looking in the sun. How to say it. It seems that many people have dyed their hair, and they don't know if it's true, or maybe not all of them have. Oh, my God! If I dyed my hair even a little color, I bet my dad would kill me. You don't know my dad. He's super conservative. If I really want to say it, I think I will definitely not dye my hair. But you know, sometimes people just do crazy things. Oh, my God! Don't say my dad! I think even Barry might kill me, if I dye my hair! ”
"Who?" Jensen said.
"Barry. The guy I told you about before. ”
"Did he come tonight?"
"You say Barry? Oh my God, of course not. But I can imagine how he would react in this situation. You don't know Barry this person. ”
"Did he go to college?"
"Barry?" Well, it's been on before. In Princeton. I think he seemed to have left there afterwards. But I'm not sure. I haven't seen him much since last summer. Well, it's not that I haven't seen it, it's just that I haven't spoken much. Sometimes it comes across at parties. Every time he looked at me I would turn my gaze away. Or just run to the toilet or something. ”
"I thought you liked him." Jensen said.
"Hmm... For a certain period of time. Ever liked it. ”
"I don't understand you."
"Forget it. I'm not really trying to say this. He asked me too much, and that was it. ”
"Oh." Jensen said.
"I'm not too serious or anything. I don't know. Maybe I am. I just have my own set of standards, and I try to live according to those standards in my own way, maybe a little ridiculous. I mean, I try to make myself do it. ”
"I said," Jensen said. "This railing seems to be a little shaky—"
Edna said, "I understand, for a guy who spends the whole summer dating you, spending money on show tickets for you, taking you to bars or something, and spending money that he shouldn't have spent, I don't know what they're going to think." I mean, I understand how they feel. They feel like you owe him. Okay, but I just don't eat this set. I feel like I just wasn't born to eat this set. To me, these are all illusory. I mean, what I want has to be true love. True love, do you understand? ”
"Hmm. I said, uh, I'm really going to go. I still have an essay to turn in on Monday. Heck, I should have been home a few hours ago. Well, I think I'll just go into the house and have a drink and leave. ”
"Well," Edna said. "Then there you go."
"Won't you go in?"
"I'll go in later." There you go. ”
"All right. See you later. Jensen said.
Edna changed her posture and continued to lean against the railing. She lit the cigarette that remained in the box. In the house, someone had already turned on the radio, or maybe it was suddenly louder. Only a female voice was heard singing the chorus of a new show in a hoarse voice, and even the delivery guys began to whistle along.
There is no sound of the door closing like when the gauze door is closed.
"Edna!" Lucille Henderson shouted at her.
"Hi, hi," Edna said. "Hello, Harry."
"What do you say?"
"Bill is in the house," Lucille said. "Get me a drink, okay, Harry?"
"No problem."
"What happened?" Lucille wanted to know the answer. "Don't you and Bill call?" Eh, aren't those two Over there Frances and Eddie? ”
"I don't know. He had to go first. He had a lot of homework to turn in on Monday. ”
"Well, he's sitting on the floor with Doris Legget right now. Dello was pouring peanuts into her back. Hey, those two over there are really Frances and Eddie! ”
"Your little Bill is such an extraordinary fellow."
"Really? How is it extraordinary? Talk about watching. Lucille said.
Edna pursed her mouth and took a sip of her cigarette, then shook the soot.
"Well, he's so enthusiastic."
"You say Bill Jensen?"
"Well," said Edna, "I'm not in any serious trouble." But don't let that guy get near me anymore, okay? ”
"Hmm... Eat a trench, grow a wisdom. Lucille Henderson said. Where's that stupid Harry? I'll talk to you later, Ed. ”
After smoking, Edna also went into the house. She walked quickly, straight up the stairs, into some empty room upstairs—the empty rooms upstairs where Lucille Henderson's mother had forbidden young men who could not leave their hands. She stayed upstairs for nearly twenty minutes. When she came down, she was back in the crowd in the living room. William Jensen Jr., with a glass of wine in his right hand and fingers of his left hand wandering in and around his mouth, was sitting next to the little blonde girl across from him. Edna sat down in the big red chair. This chair has never been sat by anyone else. She opened her dinner bag, took out her black Rhinestone box, and drew one out of a dozen cigarettes inside.
"Hey!" She shouted and tapped her cigarette on the arm of the big red chair. "Hey, Lucy! Bobby! Can you change the music for a better one! How do you make me dance with this kind of music! ”
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