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司氏姐妹 第14章: 哀悼的母親

作者:Wuwuyu  於 2012-9-23 03:22 發表於 最熱鬧的華人社交網路--貝殼村

作者分類:翻譯小說|通用分類:原創文學

關鍵詞:童話小說, 學英語, 中國女孩, 移民生活, 哈利波特

14哀悼的母

 當司家姐妹溜似乎保留的教堂前排的座位時, 默席捲了本來已經非常安靜的人群。人們屏住呼吸,咽下已經打了一半的噴嚏停下伸進包和口袋的手俯身靠到座耳朵耳語的嘴。空氣變得異常緊張直到·亨特大走向法媽抱了法媽表情矜持已經伸出準備與市長握手的右手顯的不知所措但是聚集在教堂的全居民還是一起輕鬆地吁了一口氣。 緊繃的氣氛終於得到鬆弛雖然可能只是一點點。人們試圖要安靜下來的輕微的沙沙聲再次充滿了這個神聖的場所。

 

追悼會沒有提到拉。也沒有提及任何有關婚禮司氏家庭,或任何與Graham死亡相關的事。相反它著眼於他短暫人生所取得的成就他從孩子培養為煌的法學畢業生的喜悅以及未能看到他在他的新花結果的遺憾。

 

司家姐妹坐成一排法媽邊上是瑪麗接著是摩根然後是米娜。在米娜邊上有意無意的留下一個小小的空許瑪應該坐在那兒。但是正如追悼會上沒有拉的內容在教堂里也沒有她本人出現。但是於姐妹許對很多鎮上的人說的缺席象是一隻白色大象靜靜地坐在他的思想里。

 

在司家就坐的椅上姐妹一排明亮的眼睛褐色灰色在燈光下閃亮。三姐妹的眼睛都似一汪井水充滿了眼淚而米娜時不時用她的手背去擦乾從灰色眼睛溢出的淚水。無·亨特和他的妻子何種矛盾心理已經在婚期認識了格雷厄姆亨特始象兄長一樣愛他她們愛他,就象瑪拉愛上他,是出於同的原因因為他善良有趣不像他們所知的其他人一待他就像待任何人一樣。

 

如果瑪拉知道不能來參加這個儀式會對她有毀滅性的打擊嗎?摩根對瑪麗感應道

 

認為知道

 

可能會感覺到。最起會感覺到都在一起里哀悼。

 

然只有摩根和瑪麗之間這種能夠通過思想直接溝通的特殊關係所有的姐妹們的情感是結在一起的。即使她相隔千里——雖然在這以前從來沒有分開過--她能感一位姐妹的歡喜害怕度危之中。這也是為什麼姐妹感到拉目前仍處在相安全的狀況因為如果在監獄里生了什她們會感覺到。

 

摩根握住了瑪麗的手這時們感到腳下在輕輕動。

 

一定是瑪麗著,知道我

 

正如摩根的瑪麗是水瑪拉力是土。然而多年來她在不斷地抑制它命想成為一個正常人。像瑪麗一樣她很小心地不在外人那兒透露她具有魔力的秘密是也不像瑪麗從來沒有在家關起門來認真的練功。因此的魔力是不定的會在不由她控制下爆烈的情感波動時魔力就會失控造成地面顫。在Graham遇害那晚以後,姐妹們能偶而感到地面的震——甚至在報紙上也曾有人指出然這樣的文章被深深地埋在血淋淋的聳人聽聞謀殺案的報道之中,無人注意

 

追悼會束后賓們應邀參加在花里的招待會。跟著人流,姐妹再次踏上了一個星期前走過的足跡,心情籠罩在婚禮和出了什錯的陰影里

 

在花代替婚禮蛋篷搭起的臨時舞場的是一個簡單的擺設格雷厄姆的畫像報紙訃告里的照片一模一樣掛在一個小子上。它的下面放著一本很大的簽名本和一枝筆,朋友和親人們可以寫上他的慰祝願不斷收到的念格雷厄姆的花束和慰問卡,讓紀念儀式顯得非常熱爆。百花堆在格雷厄姆的畫像周把已色彩鮮艷的花得更加燦爛多姿。

 

那些還沒有簽字的人們在排著有一些人手上還拿著花束。亨特一家人站在子旁接受大家的握手拍拍肩膀的安慰。法媽把女兒們聚集在一起排進了隊伍

 

當輪到她們走到前面時個姐妹都在本子上寫下了對格雷厄姆要說的話。然後向了亨特太太儘管不斷的抽泣,她完美的眼線仍然完整無損,沒有被眼淚損壞瑪麗極力對她微笑著摩根沒有微笑米娜只是用她那小鹿般驚恐的眼睛向上看著她。

 

最深切的哀悼法媽說著一步走出隊伍,這時亨特太太用手臂攔住了

 

我很抱歉亨特太太這個舉動甚至讓法媽吃了一。她眼睛里的眼淚慢慢地冒出來,彙集成一大顆淚珠,危險的掛在眼角每次她把它們從臉上拭乾,它們又再次從上溢出。用手臂住法媽緊緊地擁抱了法媽後退了一

 

明白一位母的哀......這樣對您和您家人不公平......」向後退了一下看著米娜。我一直希望有女兒......但我很抱歉。於所有的我帶給您們的不必要的痛苦。只是...很震驚我唯一​​的兒子......「

 

法媽捏了捏的手點點失去的也是我失去的」。她說完,便而人群中在角落裡注視著的眼睛,也回到原來他們自己的對話中

 

A hush swept over the already quiet crowd when the Switch family slipped into the pew at the front of the church that had been seemingly reserved for them. Breaths were held and sniffles were swallowed, hands stopped as they reached for the insides of purses and pockets, and mouths closed as they leaned over to whisper into a neighbor』s ear. The air tightened and did not release until John Hunter strode over to Fa and embraced her. Fa was stiff, having held out her hand for the mayor to shake, but still the townspeople gathered let out a collective sigh of relief. The tension broke, if only slightly, and the light rustle of people trying to be quiet once again filled the sanctuary.

The memorial service did not mention Mara Switch. Neither was any mention made of the wedding, the Switch family, or any of the circumstances surrounding Graham』s death. Rather, it focused on the accomplishments of his short life, the joy of raising him through childhood to a brilliant law student, the regret of not being able to see him blossom in his new field.

The Switch sisters sat in a line, Marie next to Fa, then Morgan, then Mina. A small space had been unintentionally left next to Mina, where perhaps Mara should be sitting. But just as Mara was absent from the contents of the service, so too was her presence missed in the church. For the sisters, and perhaps for much of the town too, her absence was the white elephant that sat silently in their thoughts. 

In the Switch pew, the row of the sisters』 bright eyes–blue, brown, and grey–sparkled in the light. All three sisters held wells of tears in their eyes, with Mina occasionally reaching up to wipe her grey ones on the back of her hand. Whatever ambivalence they had felt for John Hunter and his wife, they had come to know Graham Hunter during the engagement, and had started to love him as a brother. They loved him for the same reasons that had Mara made fall in love with him: he was kind, he was fun, and unlike everybody else they knew, he had treated them just like he would treat anybody. 

Mara would be so devastated knowing that she couldn』t come to this, Morgan thought to Marie.

Do you think she knows? 

She can probably feel it. At the very least she would feel that we』re all together, here, mourning.

Though only Morgan and Marie had the special connection of being able to communicate directly through thoughts, all of the sisters were empathetically linked. Even if they were miles apart–though they had never been until now–they could feel if another sister was ecstatic, depressed, angry, scared, or in grave danger. It was the only reason why the sisters could feel relatively secure that Mara was still okay in her cell–if something had happened to her, they would have felt it. 

Morgan reached for Marie』s hand, and as she did, the ground trembled lightly beneath their feet.

That must be Mara, Marie thought. She knows we』re here.

Just as Morgan』s power was over fire and Marie』s was over water, Mara』s power was over earth. For many years, however, she had suppressed it, wanting desperately just to be normal. Like Marie, she was overly cautious about revealing her true identity to the people outside their family, but unlike Marie she had never practiced methodically at home behind closed doors. As a result, her powers were erratic and would sometimes flare outside of her control. Whenever she experienced strong emotions, they would come out uncontrollably, causing the ground to shake. The sisters had felt occasional tremors since the night of Graham』s death–even the newspapers had noted it, though of course the article was buried deep in the middle pages, outshone by the gory, glamorous coverage of the murder. 

The memorial service ended and guests were invited to the reception in the garden. Following the stream of people outside, the sisters once again traced their steps from a week before. The shadow of the wedding and what had gone awry hung over the procession. 

In the garden, instead of a wedding cake and a tent for dancing, a memorial for Graham had exploded with bouquets of flowers and handwritten notes. It was a simple presentation: Graham』s portrait, the same one that had appeared in the newspaper obituary, had been set up on a small table. Underneath it, a big book lay open with a fountain pen sitting next to it: a place where friends and family could write their condolences and send-offs. Hundreds of flowers were piled around it, turning the already brilliantly colored garden into an overwhelming sight for the eyes. 

The attenders lined up to sign the book, if they had not already, some with still more flowers in hand. The Hunter family positioned themselves next to the table, taking hugs, handshakes, and firm pats on the shoulder as they came down the line. Fa gathered her daughters, sweeping them into the line. 

When they reached the front, each sister wrote a message to Graham in the book. Then, they faced Ms. Hunter, whose perfectly eyelinered eyes were unsmeared despite her continual sobbing. Marie tried to smile, Morgan did not, and Mina just looked up, doe-eyed and scared. 

「Our deepest condolences,」 Fa said, and she moved to step out of the line, when Ms. Hunter brought out an arm to stop her. 

「I』m so sorry,」 Ms. Hunter said, and even Fa was taken aback this time. The tears in her eyes, which had simmered to a pool hanging dangerously over the corners, overflowed again as she wiped them from her face. She brought her arms around Fa and hugged her tightly. Fa stepped back. 

「You must understand,」 she said, 「A mother』s grief…I…I have been so unfair to you, and your family…」 She trailed off, looking at Mina. 「I』ve always wanted daughters…but I』m so sorry. For all the unnecessary pain I caused you. It』s just…the shock! My only son…」

Fa squeezed her hand and nodded. 「Your loss is also ours,」 she said. She stepped away, and the crowd that had been watching from the corners of her eyes darted back to their original conversations. 

 


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