A Letter from Yesterday
Divingwithtearsinhereyeswasdifficult,butshewentonanyway,hopingthatinstinctwouldtakeherbacktotheinthewindowrolleddown,thinkingthefreshairmighthelpclearhermind,butitdidohelp.Nothingwouldhelp.
Shewastired,andshewonderedifshewouldhavetheenergyshealktoLon.Andwhatwasshegoingtosay?Shestillhadhopedthatsomethingwouldetoherwheimecame.
Itwouldhaveto.
BythetimeshereachedthedrawbridgethatledtoFrontStreet,shehadherselfalittlemoreundertrol.Notpletely,butwellenough,shethought,totalktoLon.Atleastshehopedso.
Trafficwaslight,aimetowatchstrangersgoingabouttheirbusinessasshedrovethroughNewBern.Atagasstation,ameicwaslookinguhehoodofaomobilewhileaman,presumablyitsowoodbesidehim.TwowomenwerepushingbabycarriagesjustoutsideHoffman-Lane,chattiweenthemselveswhiletheywindow-shopped.InfrontofHearnsJewelers,awell-dressedmanwalkedbriskly,carryingabriefcase.
Shemadeaurnandsawayoungmanunloadinggroceriesfromatruckthatblockedpartofthestreet.Somethingaboutthewayheheldhimself,orthewayhemoved,remindedherofNoahharvestingcrabsattheendofthedock.
Shesawtheinnjustupthestreetwhileshewasstoppedataredlight.Shetookadeepbreathwhenthelightturnedgreenanddroveslowlyuntilshereachedtheparkinglotthattheinnsharedleofotherbusinesses.SheturnedinandsawLonscarsittinginthefirstspot.Althoughtheooiten,shepasseditandpickedaspotalittlefartherfromtheentrance.
Sheturhekey,andtheeoppedpromptly.shereachedintotheglovepartmentforamirrorandbrush,findingbothsittingontopofamapofNorthCarolina.Lookingatherself,shesawhereyeswerestillredandpuffy.Likeyesterdayaftertherain,assheexaminedherrefleshewassorryshedidnthaveanymakeup,thoughshedoubteditwouldhelpmuow.Shetriedpullingherhairbaoneside,triedbothsides,thenfinallygaveup.
Shereachedforherpocketbook,ope,andonceagainlookedatthearticlethathadbroughtherhere.Somuchhadhappenedsihen;itwashardtobelieveithadbeenonlythreeweeks.Itfeltimpossibletoherthatshehadarrivedonlythedaybeforeyesterday.ItseemedlikealifetimesinceherdihNoah.
Starlingschirpedireesarouhecloudshadbeguntobreakupnow,andAlliecouldseeblueiweenpatchesofwhite.Thesunwasstillshaded,butshekwouldoteroftime.Itwasgoingtobeabeautifulday.
ItwasthekindofdayshewouldhavelikedtospendwithNoah,andasshewasthinkingabouthim,sherememberedthelettershermivenherandreachedforthem.
Sheuhepacketandfoundthefirstletterhehadwrittenher.Shebegantoopenit,thenstoppedbecauseshecouldimagiwasinit.Somethingsimple,nodoubt-thingsheddone,memoriesofthesummer,perhapssomequestions.Afterall,heprobablyexpectedananswerfromher.Insteadshereachedforthelastletterhedwritten,theohebottomofthestack.Thegood-byeletter.Thisoerestedherfarmorethahers.Howhadhesaidit?Howwouldshehavesaidit?
Theenvelopewasthin.One,maybetwopages.Whateverhehadwrittenwasnttoolong.
First,sheturoverandcheckedthebae,justastreetaddressinNewJersey.Sheheldherbreathassheusedherfingernailtopryitopen.
Unfoldingit,shesawitwasdatedMarch1935.
Twoandahalfyearswithoutareply.
Sheimaginedhimsittingatanolddesk,craftier,somehowknowingthiswastheend,andshesawwhatshethoughtweretearstainsonthepaper.Probablyjustherimagination.
Shestraightehepageaoreadiwhitesunlightthatshohroughthewindow.
MydearestAllie,IdontknowwhattosayanymoreexceptthatIcouldntsleeplastnightbecauseIkhatitisoverbetweenus.Itisadifferentfeelingforme,oIneverexpected,butlookingback,Isupposeitcouldnthaveendedanotherway.
YouandIweredifferent.Wecamefromdifferentworlds,ayouweretheoaughtmethevalueoflove.Youshowedmewhatitwasliketocareforanother,andIamabettermanbecauseofit.Idontwantyoutetthat.
Iamnotbitterbecauseofwhathashappened.Orary.Iamsecureinknowingthatwhatwehadwasreal,andIamhappywewereabletoetogetherforevenashortperiodoftime.Andif,iantplathefuture,weseeeachotherinournewlives,Iwillsmileatyouwithjoy,andrememberhowwespentasummerbehetrees,learningfromeachrowinginlove.Andmaybe,forabriefmoment,youllfeelittoo,andyoullsmilebadsavorthememorieswewillalwayssharetogether.Iloveyou,Allie.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
Shewastired,andshewonderedifshewouldhavetheenergyshealktoLon.Andwhatwasshegoingtosay?Shestillhadhopedthatsomethingwouldetoherwheimecame.
Itwouldhaveto.
BythetimeshereachedthedrawbridgethatledtoFrontStreet,shehadherselfalittlemoreundertrol.Notpletely,butwellenough,shethought,totalktoLon.Atleastshehopedso.
Trafficwaslight,aimetowatchstrangersgoingabouttheirbusinessasshedrovethroughNewBern.Atagasstation,ameicwaslookinguhehoodofaomobilewhileaman,presumablyitsowoodbesidehim.TwowomenwerepushingbabycarriagesjustoutsideHoffman-Lane,chattiweenthemselveswhiletheywindow-shopped.InfrontofHearnsJewelers,awell-dressedmanwalkedbriskly,carryingabriefcase.
Shemadeaurnandsawayoungmanunloadinggroceriesfromatruckthatblockedpartofthestreet.Somethingaboutthewayheheldhimself,orthewayhemoved,remindedherofNoahharvestingcrabsattheendofthedock.
Shesawtheinnjustupthestreetwhileshewasstoppedataredlight.Shetookadeepbreathwhenthelightturnedgreenanddroveslowlyuntilshereachedtheparkinglotthattheinnsharedleofotherbusinesses.SheturnedinandsawLonscarsittinginthefirstspot.Althoughtheooiten,shepasseditandpickedaspotalittlefartherfromtheentrance.
Sheturhekey,andtheeoppedpromptly.shereachedintotheglovepartmentforamirrorandbrush,findingbothsittingontopofamapofNorthCarolina.Lookingatherself,shesawhereyeswerestillredandpuffy.Likeyesterdayaftertherain,assheexaminedherrefleshewassorryshedidnthaveanymakeup,thoughshedoubteditwouldhelpmuow.Shetriedpullingherhairbaoneside,triedbothsides,thenfinallygaveup.
Shereachedforherpocketbook,ope,andonceagainlookedatthearticlethathadbroughtherhere.Somuchhadhappenedsihen;itwashardtobelieveithadbeenonlythreeweeks.Itfeltimpossibletoherthatshehadarrivedonlythedaybeforeyesterday.ItseemedlikealifetimesinceherdihNoah.
Starlingschirpedireesarouhecloudshadbeguntobreakupnow,andAlliecouldseeblueiweenpatchesofwhite.Thesunwasstillshaded,butshekwouldoteroftime.Itwasgoingtobeabeautifulday.
ItwasthekindofdayshewouldhavelikedtospendwithNoah,andasshewasthinkingabouthim,sherememberedthelettershermivenherandreachedforthem.
Sheuhepacketandfoundthefirstletterhehadwrittenher.Shebegantoopenit,thenstoppedbecauseshecouldimagiwasinit.Somethingsimple,nodoubt-thingsheddone,memoriesofthesummer,perhapssomequestions.Afterall,heprobablyexpectedananswerfromher.Insteadshereachedforthelastletterhedwritten,theohebottomofthestack.Thegood-byeletter.Thisoerestedherfarmorethahers.Howhadhesaidit?Howwouldshehavesaidit?
Theenvelopewasthin.One,maybetwopages.Whateverhehadwrittenwasnttoolong.
First,sheturoverandcheckedthebae,justastreetaddressinNewJersey.Sheheldherbreathassheusedherfingernailtopryitopen.
Unfoldingit,shesawitwasdatedMarch1935.
Twoandahalfyearswithoutareply.
Sheimaginedhimsittingatanolddesk,craftier,somehowknowingthiswastheend,andshesawwhatshethoughtweretearstainsonthepaper.Probablyjustherimagination.
Shestraightehepageaoreadiwhitesunlightthatshohroughthewindow.
MydearestAllie,IdontknowwhattosayanymoreexceptthatIcouldntsleeplastnightbecauseIkhatitisoverbetweenus.Itisadifferentfeelingforme,oIneverexpected,butlookingback,Isupposeitcouldnthaveendedanotherway.
YouandIweredifferent.Wecamefromdifferentworlds,ayouweretheoaughtmethevalueoflove.Youshowedmewhatitwasliketocareforanother,andIamabettermanbecauseofit.Idontwantyoutetthat.
Iamnotbitterbecauseofwhathashappened.Orary.Iamsecureinknowingthatwhatwehadwasreal,andIamhappywewereabletoetogetherforevenashortperiodoftime.Andif,iantplathefuture,weseeeachotherinournewlives,Iwillsmileatyouwithjoy,andrememberhowwespentasummerbehetrees,learningfromeachrowinginlove.Andmaybe,forabriefmoment,youllfeelittoo,andyoullsmilebadsavorthememorieswewillalwayssharetogether.Iloveyou,Allie.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读