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When the bartender saw us entering, he looked up and reached out to put the glass cover over the two bowls of free food [2].
"Bring me a beer," I said. He placed a cup on the faucet, scraped off the foam from the mouth of the cup with a spatula, and held the cup in one hand. I put down five nickels on the wooden bar before he pushed the beer from the counter towards me.
"What do you want?" he said to Tom.
"Beer. ”
He put a glass down, scraped off the foam, and when he saw the money, he pushed the wine over to Tom.
"What's wrong?" asked Tom.
The bartender ignored him. He looked over our heads and said to a man who walked in the door, "What do you want?"
"Rye wine," said the man. The bartender laid out bottles and glasses, as well as a glass of water.
Tom reached over and lifted the glass cover from the free dish. It was a bowl of pickled pig's feet, with a wooden creature that could be opened and closed like scissors, and two wooden forks at the end to fork the meat.
"No," said the bartender, putting the glass cover back on the bowl. Tom still had a wooden fork in his hand. "Put it back," said the bartender.
"To hell," Tom said.
The bartender reached out a hand under the bar and watched the two of us. I put five cents on the wooden bar before he stood up.
"What do you want?" he said.
"Beer," I said, and he lifted the covers on both bowls before putting them out.
"You bastards stink," said Tom, spitting a mouthful of something on the ground. The bartender was silent. The man who drank the rye wine paid the bill and left without looking back.
"You stink," said the bartender. "You guys Ah Fei are all stinks. ”
"He said we were Ah Fei," Tommy told me.
"Listen," I said. "Let's go. ”
"You guys get the hell out of here," said the bartender.
"I said we'd go," I said. "You didn't tell us to go. ”
"We'll come back," Tommy said.
"No, you're here," the bartender said to him.
"Tell him how wrong he was," Tom said back to me.
"Let's go," I said.
It was pitch black outside.
"What the hell is this place?" said Tommy.
"I don't know," I said. "Let's go to the station. ”
We entered the city from one end, and now we are going out of the city from the other end. The smell of a patch of leather and tanned bark and a large pile of sawdust in the city. It was just dark when we entered the city, and it was dark and cold, and the edges of the puddles on the road were frozen.
There were five kiln girls waiting for the train to come in, along with six whites and four Indians. The house was full of people, and the stove was hot and full of cloudy smoke. No one was talking when we entered, and the box office window was closed.
"Shut the door, okay?" someone said.
Let me see who is saying this. It turned out to be one of these white people. He wore knee-length trousers, lumberjack's rubber boots, a Mackinac tartan shirt, and the others, but without a hat, his face was pale, and his hands were white, and he was thin.
"Are you going to close it or not?"
"Close, close," I said, closing the door.
"It's hard work," he said. One of the other people laughed.
"Did you ever joke with the cook?" he said to me.
"Nope. ”
"You might as well joke with this one," he said, glancing at the cook. "He likes it. ”
The cook looked away from him and closed his lips tightly.
"He's got lemon juice on his hands," the man said. "He won't die and soak in the dishwash. Look at how white these hands are. ”
There was a kiln girl who laughed loudly. It's the first time in my life that I've seen such a big kiln sister and girls. She wears a silk outfit that changes color. There were two other kiln sisters who were about the same size as her, but the big one weighed three hundred and fifty pounds. When you look at her, you don't believe she's a real person. All three were wearing silk clothes that would change color. They sat side by side on a bench. They are all very large. The other two look similar to ordinary kiln sisters, both blonde hair bleached with peroxide.
"Look at his hands," the man said, nodding to the cook. The kiln sister laughed again, trembling with laughter.
The cook turned around and hurriedly said to her, "You fat stinky bitch." ”
She laughed to herself, her body trembling.
"Oh my God," she said. The voice is strangely beautiful. "Oh, my God. ”
The other two kiln sisters, a pair of big ones, pretended to be very quiet, as if they didn't feel anything, but they were both very big, and they were almost the same as the biggest one. Both were over two hundred and fifty pounds. The other two were serious.
In addition to the cook and the one who spoke, there were two lumberjacks, one listening, amused, but shy, the other, who seemed to be about to say something, and two of whom were Swedes. Two Indians sat at the other end of the bench, and one stood against the wall.
The one who was going to speak whispered to me, "It's like lying on a haystack." ”
I couldn't help but laugh and told Tommy about it.
"In good conscience, I've never seen anything like this," he said. "Look at these three girls. Then the cook opened his mouth.
"How old are you two brothers?"
"I'm ninety-six, he's sixty-nine," Tommy said.
"Ho! ho!" the big kiln sister shuddered with laughter. Her voice is indeed beautiful. The other kiln sisters didn't laugh.
"Oh, don't you have a serious word in your mouth?" said the cook. "I'm asking you if you're being kind to you. ”
"One of us is seventeen, and one is nineteen," I said.
"What's wrong with you?" said Tom at me.
"It's fine. ”
"You can call me Alice," said the big kiln sister, her body trembling again.
"Is that your name?" asked Tommy.
"No," she said. "Alice. Isn't it?" she looked back at the man sitting next to the cook.
"Alice. Not bad at all. ”
"That's what you should have called," said the cook.
"It's my real name," Alice said.
"What are the other girls' names?" asked Tom.
"Hazel and Ethel," Alice said. Hazel and Ethel smiled. They are not very clever.
"What's your name?" I asked a blonde twit.
"Frances," she said.
"Frances what?"
"Frances Wilson. Why is this going on, you ask?"
"What's your name?" I asked another.
"Hmph, don't be presumptuous," she said.
"He's just trying to make friends with all of us," said the man who spoke at the head. "Don't you want to make a friend?"
"No," said the girls whose hair was bleached with peroxide. "I don't make friends with you. ”
"She's such a spicy thing," the man said. "An authentic little shrew. ”
One blonde girl looked at the other and shook her head.
"hillbillies," she said.
Alice laughed again, trembling with laughter.
"What's so funny," said the cook, "you all laugh, but there's nothing to laugh about." Where are you two guys going?"
"Where are you going?" asked Tom.
"I'm going to get on a Cadillac [3]," said the cook. "Have you been there? My sister lives there. ”
"He's a girl himself," said the man in the truncated trousers.
"Don't say that, will you?" said the cook. "Can't we get down to business?"
"Cadillac is the hometown of Steve Kecher, and Ade Walgast [4] is also from there. The shy man said.
"Steve Kecher," one blonde screamed, the name pulling a trigger in her mind. "His own son shot him. Ahem, oh my God, dear Laozi. Steve Kechel is no longer to be found. ”
"Isn't his name Stanley Kecher [5]?" asked the cook.
"Hey, no!" said the blonde girls. "What do you know about Steve? He's not called Stanley. Steve Kechel is an unprecedentedly good guy and beautiful man. I've never seen a man as clean, fair-skinned, and so beautiful as Steve Kecher. There is no second one in the world. He acts like a tiger, is an unprecedentedly good person, and spends the most money. ”
"Do you know him?" asked one of the men.
"Do I know him? Do I know him? Have I ever loved him? Do you ask me this? I know him as well as you know him, as well as you know him, and I have loved him as much as you love God. Steve Kecher, he was an unprecedentedly great man, a great man, the fairest and most beautiful man, but his own son shot him like a dog. ”
"Have you accompanied him to the East Coast?"
"Nope. I knew him before that. He's the only sweetheart I've ever had. ”
The girls whose hair had been bleached with peroxide told them like they were acting, and everyone was in awe of her, but Alice began to tremble again. I could feel it as I sat next to her.
"You ought to have married him," said the cook.
"I don't want to jeopardize his future," said the girls whose hair had been bleached with peroxide. "I don't want to hold him back. He didn't want a wife. Alas, my God, what a great man. ”
"That's a good idea," said the cook. "Didn't Jack Johnson [6] knock him out?"
"It's a ruse," said the bleached girls. The big black man stole a cold punch. Originally, he had knocked out the big black mongrel of Jack Johnson. The black ghost was able to overcome him by luck. ”
The box office window opened, and the three Indians walked to the window.
"Steve knocked him out," said the with bleached hair. He turned his head and smiled at me. ”
"I remember you just said you weren't on the East Coast," someone said.
"That's why I'm out for this fight. Steve turned his head and smiled at me, and the damn black dog cub jumped up and gave him a cold punch. Steve could have defeated a hundred of these black mongrels for a long time. ”
"He's a boxing king," the lumberjack said.
"I hope he is," said the girls with bleached hair. "I hope there won't be a good fighter like him anymore. He's like a god, really. So fair, so clean, so beautiful, like a tiger or a lightning bolt with a swift shot, clean and neat. ”
"I've seen him in boxing movies," Tom says. We were all very touched by what we heard. Alice trembled, and when I looked, I saw her crying. The Indians had already walked to the platform.
"He's better than any other man in the world," said the ladies with bleached hair. "We were married in the presence of God, and I am still his son, and will be his, and I will be his, and I will be his. I don't care about my body. People can spoil my body, but my soul belongs to Steve Kecher. Oh my God, he's such a man. ”
Everybody felt that it was not a taste. It's sad and embarrassing to listen to. Alice, who was still trembling, spoke. "You talk nonsense with your eyes closed," she said in a low voice. "You've never slept with Steve Kechel in your life, you know what you know. ”
"You can say that!" said the girls with bleached hair.
"I say this because it's true," Alice said. "I'm the only one here who knows Steve Kecher, I'm from Mancello, and I met him there, it's true, and you know it's true, and if I tell half a lie, I'll kill the heavens. ”
"It's okay to tell the heavens to kill me," said the girls with bleached hair.
"It's true, it's true, it's true, you know that. It wasn't made up, and I remember exactly what he told me. ”
"What did he say?" asked the girls with bleached hair triumphantly.
Alice was crying, her body trembling so much that she couldn't even speak. "He said, 'You're a sweet little baby, Alice. That's exactly what he said. ”
"It's," said the bleached.
"It's true," Alice said. That's exactly what he said. ”
"It's nonsense," said the bleached girls.
"No, it's true, really, really, I swear to God, not at all. ”
"Steve would never say something like that. That's not what he usually said," said the bleached wives happily.
"It's true," Alice said in a strange voice. "And believe it or not, I don't think it matters. She stopped crying and finally calmed down.
"There's no way Steve would say that," the bleached threatened.
"He said," Alice said, smiling. "I remember when he said this, I was a sweet little baby, as he said, and now I'm so much better than you, and you old hot water bottle doesn't have a drop of water. ”
"You don't want to insult me," said the girls with bleached hair. "You big pus. I have a good memory. ”
"No," Alice said in a sweet and lovely voice. "What do you remember is true? I'm afraid you only remember the days when you were naked and when you smoked cocaine and morphine. Everything else you just read from the newspapers. I am innocent, you know, even though I'm big, men still like me, you know that, and I don't tell lies, you know that. ”
"What do you care I remember?" said the ladies with bleached hair. "Anyway, all I remember are real things, good things. ”
Alice looked at her, then at us, the hurt look on her face disappeared, and she smiled slightly, a face that was really rare. She had a pretty face, delicate and smooth skin, and a beautiful voice, which was too good to be true, and very friendly indeed. But oh my God, she's so big. She's really the size of three. When Tom saw me looking at her, he said, "Come on." Let's go. ”
"Goodbye," Alice said. She does have a good voice.
"Goodbye," I said.
"Which way are you going?" asked the cook.
"It's not the same way with you," Tom said to him.
Translated by Chen Liangting
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[1] In John 9:5, Jesus said, "When I was on the earth, I was the light of the world." ”
[2] In the thirties and forties, small restaurants in the West often put on so-called "free dishes" to attract customers.
[3] Cadillac, a large city in central Michigan, is located on a north-south railroad line.
[4] Adeh Walgast, American lightweight boxing champion from 1910 to 1912.
[5] Stanley Kechel (1886-1910), a real man. He was the welterweight boxing champion from 1907 to 1908. He was shot dead during an altercation.
[6] Jack Johnson (1878-1946), the first black heavyweight boxing champion in the United States.