02-03-亡灵岛 [1]
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‘I'm pleased we came to London，’I told my mother．
But after a few weeks，she said，‘You need to find a college，Carol．You must go on studying． And I need a job．’
That evening， we looked in the newspapers．
‘What about this？’I said．I showed my mother a job in the newspaper．
SECRETARY
for the summer months
on a small private island in Scotland．
Live with the family in a big house．
interseting work and good pay
for the right person．
Phone Greta Poss．Telephone number 071…
‘Well， that sounds interesting，'said my mother．‘I'd like to work as a secretary on an island in Scotland．It's a beautiful country， Carol， and you can go to a college there in the autumn．’
‘And it's a place to live for the summer，’I said．‘Hotels are expensive．’
My mother telephoned Greta Ross．
Come and see me tomorrow， Greta Ross told her．‘Come to Savoy Hotel at eleven o'clock．’
I went to Savoy Hotel with my mother．It was big and ex pensive，bigger than our hotel，and in the centre of London．
‘Mum needs this job，I thought．‘And a private island in Scotland is a nice place to live．Perhaps I can forget what's happened if I go there．’
‘Room twenty－two，'said the woman at the hotel desk．‘Go on up． Mrs Ross will see you now．’
Greta Ross was waiting for us．She was about thirty years old and very beautiful．She wore an expensive red dress and her hair was very long and dark．
‘This is my daughter，Carol，'said my mother．
‘Hallo， Carol，'said Greta Ross．
‘Hallo，’I said．
‘Carol is eighteen years old，'said my mother．‘Can she come with me，if I get the job？ Perhaps she can help in the house or in the garden．She likes gardening．She's studying farming at college．’
‘Perhaps， said Greta Ross．‘There's a small farm on the island．’
‘I'd like to work on the farm，’I said．
Greta Ross looked at my mother．‘How long did you live in Hong Kong，Mrs Sanders？’
‘Seven years，’answered my mother．‘My husband died in a plane crash last year，so we've come back to live in England．’
‘Where did you live before Hong Kong？’
‘We lived in India for three years．’
Then Greta Ross took my mother into a room and asked her more questions．I waited outside．
‘Greta Ross is nice，’I thought．‘I hope my mother gets the job．’
Soon after，the door opened and my mother came out．She was smiling．
Greta Ross said，‘Please wait here for a minute，Mrs Sanders．I want to make a phone call．'she went back into the room，and closed the door．
I was sitting on a chair near the door，and I could just hear Greta Ross's voice speaking on the phone．
‘I think I've found someone，'she was saying．‘She has a daughter，but the girl can work in the garden or on the farm… Don't worry，they've been away from England for ten years… It'll be all right，I tell you… Don't worry．’
After a few minutes， Greta Ross put down the phone and came ont of the room．
‘You've got the job，'she told my mother．
My mother was pleased．‘Thank you，'she replied．
I was pleased，too， but now I was worried about that phone call．I didn't understand it．
■ 1 来到英格兰
我叫卡罗尔·桑德斯。
我现居英格兰，但我更年轻时住在香港。我父亲在那儿经商而我母亲是个秘书。我们在香港住了七年。
我在学校很快乐，有许多朋友；我们玩得很愉快。我喜欢流行音乐——滚石乐队、戴维·鲍伊和杰克·罗素是我至爱。
杰克·罗索是我最喜欢的歌手。我离校那年他死于一次车祸，但我一直在听他的流行歌曲唱片。我在我卧室的墙上贴了成百上千的有关他的画片和照片。
接着在我17岁那年冬季的一天，事情对我来说开始变糟了。
我父亲去澳大利亚出差。我非常爱他，不愿意让他离家在外。
“快点回家来，”我总是对他说。
他在澳大利亚呆了两周。接着，在他要登上回程的那天，一架从悉尼起飞的飞机坠入香港正南部的海域。机上人员全部遇难。
我从电视上听到飞机失事的消息。起初，我并没有想到我父亲。后来，我想起来那天他正从悉尼乘机返回。
“啊，不！”我叫了起来。
我给机场打电话，但他们那时还不知道所有乘客的名字。
“或许我父亲没乘那架飞机。”我想，“啊，千万别乘！千万别乘那架飞机！”
我母亲当时正在上班，于是我给她打了电话。她很快回家；我们去机场并等待消息。
后来，我们得知我父亲正在那架飞机上。
“这不是真的！”我喊道。
但这是真的，我哭了起来。
我哭了一周又一周。好多天我独自一人呆在房间里。我既孤独又伤心，我也想过去死。
我不再和朋友们出去玩了。我不想见别人。我不再听杰克·罗索的唱片了，还把他的图片从我卧室的墙上取了下来。我不听音乐了，也不看电视了。一切对我都不再要紧了。
后来我不哭了。我不再伤心了，而开始感到愤怒了。
“为什么这事让他碰上了呢？”我问妈妈，“为什么总是最好的人死呢？杰克·罗索。我爸爸。”
“我……我不知道，卡罗尔。”我妈妈说。她也不愉快。
飞机失事的时候，我正是个大学学生。我当时很喜欢大学的学习和生活，但我父亲去世后我在大学不学习了。我开始和一些新结识的朋友出去玩。他们和我的其他朋友不一样，而且我妈妈不喜欢他们。
“他们不是正经人，卡罗尔。”她告诉我，“他们在干一些危险的事情。”
“他们令人感到兴奋。”我说，“而且我喜欢他们。”
我知道她生气了，可我不在乎。后来我得知我新结识的朋友们在吸毒，我也开始吸毒了。我现在知道那样做既错又蠢，可那时候我心情郁闷。
警察来到大学抓了一些学生。他
‘I'm pleased we came to London，’I told my mother．
But after a few weeks，she said，‘You need to find a college，Carol．You must go on studying． And I need a job．’
That evening， we looked in the newspapers．
‘What about this？’I said．I showed my mother a job in the newspaper．
SECRETARY
for the summer months
on a small private island in Scotland．
Live with the family in a big house．
interseting work and good pay
for the right person．
Phone Greta Poss．Telephone number 071…
‘Well， that sounds interesting，'said my mother．‘I'd like to work as a secretary on an island in Scotland．It's a beautiful country， Carol， and you can go to a college there in the autumn．’
‘And it's a place to live for the summer，’I said．‘Hotels are expensive．’
My mother telephoned Greta Ross．
Come and see me tomorrow， Greta Ross told her．‘Come to Savoy Hotel at eleven o'clock．’
I went to Savoy Hotel with my mother．It was big and ex pensive，bigger than our hotel，and in the centre of London．
‘Mum needs this job，I thought．‘And a private island in Scotland is a nice place to live．Perhaps I can forget what's happened if I go there．’
‘Room twenty－two，'said the woman at the hotel desk．‘Go on up． Mrs Ross will see you now．’
Greta Ross was waiting for us．She was about thirty years old and very beautiful．She wore an expensive red dress and her hair was very long and dark．
‘This is my daughter，Carol，'said my mother．
‘Hallo， Carol，'said Greta Ross．
‘Hallo，’I said．
‘Carol is eighteen years old，'said my mother．‘Can she come with me，if I get the job？ Perhaps she can help in the house or in the garden．She likes gardening．She's studying farming at college．’
‘Perhaps， said Greta Ross．‘There's a small farm on the island．’
‘I'd like to work on the farm，’I said．
Greta Ross looked at my mother．‘How long did you live in Hong Kong，Mrs Sanders？’
‘Seven years，’answered my mother．‘My husband died in a plane crash last year，so we've come back to live in England．’
‘Where did you live before Hong Kong？’
‘We lived in India for three years．’
Then Greta Ross took my mother into a room and asked her more questions．I waited outside．
‘Greta Ross is nice，’I thought．‘I hope my mother gets the job．’
Soon after，the door opened and my mother came out．She was smiling．
Greta Ross said，‘Please wait here for a minute，Mrs Sanders．I want to make a phone call．'she went back into the room，and closed the door．
I was sitting on a chair near the door，and I could just hear Greta Ross's voice speaking on the phone．
‘I think I've found someone，'she was saying．‘She has a daughter，but the girl can work in the garden or on the farm… Don't worry，they've been away from England for ten years… It'll be all right，I tell you… Don't worry．’
After a few minutes， Greta Ross put down the phone and came ont of the room．
‘You've got the job，'she told my mother．
My mother was pleased．‘Thank you，'she replied．
I was pleased，too， but now I was worried about that phone call．I didn't understand it．
■ 1 来到英格兰
我叫卡罗尔·桑德斯。
我现居英格兰，但我更年轻时住在香港。我父亲在那儿经商而我母亲是个秘书。我们在香港住了七年。
我在学校很快乐，有许多朋友；我们玩得很愉快。我喜欢流行音乐——滚石乐队、戴维·鲍伊和杰克·罗素是我至爱。
杰克·罗索是我最喜欢的歌手。我离校那年他死于一次车祸，但我一直在听他的流行歌曲唱片。我在我卧室的墙上贴了成百上千的有关他的画片和照片。
接着在我17岁那年冬季的一天，事情对我来说开始变糟了。
我父亲去澳大利亚出差。我非常爱他，不愿意让他离家在外。
“快点回家来，”我总是对他说。
他在澳大利亚呆了两周。接着，在他要登上回程的那天，一架从悉尼起飞的飞机坠入香港正南部的海域。机上人员全部遇难。
我从电视上听到飞机失事的消息。起初，我并没有想到我父亲。后来，我想起来那天他正从悉尼乘机返回。
“啊，不！”我叫了起来。
我给机场打电话，但他们那时还不知道所有乘客的名字。
“或许我父亲没乘那架飞机。”我想，“啊，千万别乘！千万别乘那架飞机！”
我母亲当时正在上班，于是我给她打了电话。她很快回家；我们去机场并等待消息。
后来，我们得知我父亲正在那架飞机上。
“这不是真的！”我喊道。
但这是真的，我哭了起来。
我哭了一周又一周。好多天我独自一人呆在房间里。我既孤独又伤心，我也想过去死。
我不再和朋友们出去玩了。我不想见别人。我不再听杰克·罗索的唱片了，还把他的图片从我卧室的墙上取了下来。我不听音乐了，也不看电视了。一切对我都不再要紧了。
后来我不哭了。我不再伤心了，而开始感到愤怒了。
“为什么这事让他碰上了呢？”我问妈妈，“为什么总是最好的人死呢？杰克·罗索。我爸爸。”
“我……我不知道，卡罗尔。”我妈妈说。她也不愉快。
飞机失事的时候，我正是个大学学生。我当时很喜欢大学的学习和生活，但我父亲去世后我在大学不学习了。我开始和一些新结识的朋友出去玩。他们和我的其他朋友不一样，而且我妈妈不喜欢他们。
“他们不是正经人，卡罗尔。”她告诉我，“他们在干一些危险的事情。”
“他们令人感到兴奋。”我说，“而且我喜欢他们。”
我知道她生气了，可我不在乎。后来我得知我新结识的朋友们在吸毒，我也开始吸毒了。我现在知道那样做既错又蠢，可那时候我心情郁闷。
警察来到大学抓了一些学生。他