“Where are your towels?” Alex calle

“Where are your towels?” Alex called.She kept them folded in a basket in the bathroom. Alex went to get them, then shut the bathroom door. Sasha heard him starting to pee. She knelt on the floor and slipped his wallet from his pants pocket and opened it, her heart firing with a sudden pressure. It was a plain black wallet, worn to gray along the edges. Rapidly she flicked among its contents: a debit card, a work ID, a gym card. In a side pocket, a faded picture of two boys and a girl in braces, squinting on a beach. A sports team in yellow uniforms, heads so small she couldn’t tell if one of them belonged to Alex. From among these dog-eared photos, a scrap of binder paper dropped into Sasha’s lap. It looked very old, the edges torn, the pale-blue lines rubbed almost away. Sasha unfolded it and saw written, in blunt pencil, “i believe in you.” She froze, staring at the words. They seemed to tunnel toward her from their meagre scrap, bringing a flush of embarrassment for Alex, who’d kept this disintegrating tribute in his disintegrating wallet, and then shame at herself for having looked at it. She was faintly aware of the faucet being turned on, and of the need to move quickly. Hastily, mechanically, she reassembled the wallet, keeping the slip of paper in her hand. I’m just going to hold this, she was aware of telling herself as she tucked the wallet back into Alex’s pocket. I’ll put it back later; he probably doesn’t remember it’s in there. I’ll actually be doing him a favor by getting it out of the way before someone finds it. I’ll say, Hey, I noticed this on the rug, is it yours? And he’ll say, That? I’ve never seen it before—it must be yours, Sasha. And maybe that’s true. Maybe someone gave it to me years ago, and I forgot.“And did you? Put it back?” Coz asked.“I didn’t have a chance. He came out of the bathroom.”“And what about later? After the bath? Or the next time you saw him?”“After the bath, he put on his pants and left. I haven’t talked to him since.”There was a pause, during which Sasha was keenly aware of Coz behind her, waiting. She wanted badly to please him, to say something like It was a turning point; everything feels different now, or I called Lizzie and we made up, finally, or I’ve picked up the harp again, or just, I’m changing, I’m changing, I’m changing. I’ve changed! Redemption, transformation—God, how she wanted these things. Every day, every minute. Didn’t everyone?“Please,” she told Coz. “Don’t ask me how I feel.”“All right,” he said quietly.They sat in silence, the longest silence that had ever passed between them. Sasha looked at the windowpane, rinsed with rain, smearing lights in the falling dark. She lay with her body tensed, claiming the couch, her spot in this room, her view of the window and the walls, the faint hum that was always there when she listened, and these minutes of Coz’s time: another, then another, then one more. ♦

結果 (繁體中文) 1:

“你的毛巾？”亞歷克斯調用。

她讓他們在浴室籃子折疊。亞歷克斯去得到他們，然後關上衛生間的門。薩沙聽到他開始撒尿。她跪在地上，從他的褲子口袋裡滑落自己的錢包，並用壓力突然打開一看，她的心臟射擊。這是一個純黑色的錢包，穿沿邊緣的灰色。她迅速揮動它的內容當中：借記卡，工作證，健身房卡。在側袋，兩個男孩一個褪了色的圖片，並在括號女孩，瞇眼在海灘上。一個運動隊的黃軍裝，頭這麼小，她不能告訴如果其中一人屬於亞歷克斯。從這些狗耳的照片中，粘結劑紙的廢料投進薩沙的腿上。它看起來很老，邊緣撕裂，淡藍色的線條幾乎擦走。薩沙展開它，看到寫的，在生硬的鉛筆，“我相信你。”她愣，在字發呆。他們似乎隧道朝她從自己微薄的廢料，帶來尷尬亞歷克斯，誰願意不停地在他的錢包裡瓦解這個崩解的敬意，然後在羞辱自己為被看它的沖洗。她隱隱意識到水龍頭被打開，並且有必要迅速採取行動。匆匆地，機械地，她重新組裝錢包，保持紙片在她的手。我只是要保持這一點，她知道告訴自己，她夾著錢包放回Alex的口袋。我要把它帶回來; 他可能不記得它在那裡。我實際上得到的方式出來有人發現了它之前做他的忙。我會說，嘿，我注意到了這一點在地毯上，是你的嗎？他會說那？我從來沒有見過它之前，它必須是你的，薩莎。也許這是真的。也許有人給我幾年前，

“而你呢？把它放回去？“怎麼把問道。

“我沒有機會。他走出浴室。“

” 又是怎麼回事以後呢？洗完澡後？或者你看到他？“下一次

”洗完澡後，他把他的褲子，離開了。我因為還沒有和他談過。“

停頓了一會兒，這期間薩沙在她身後傳來敏銳地意識到堂妹，等待。她太想取悅他，說喜歡的事，這是一個轉折點; 現在一切都感覺不同，或者我叫莉齊和我們做了起來，最後，還是我又拿起豎琴，或只是，我改變了，我改變了，我改變了。我已經改變了！贖回，轉換為上帝，她是怎麼想這些事情。每一天，每一分鐘。難道不是每個人？

“請，”她告訴堂妹。“不要問我，我的感受。”

“ 好吧，”他平靜地說。

他們沉默地坐著，那個曾經他們之間最長的沉默。薩沙看著窗玻璃，雨水沖洗，在黑暗中落下塗抹燈。她躺在她的身體緊張，聲稱在沙發上，她發現在這個房間裡，她的查看窗口，並且總是在那裡，當她聽著牆壁，微弱的嗡嗡聲，而這些分鐘的堂妹的時間：另一個，然後又一次，多一個。♦

結果 (繁體中文) 2:

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結果 (繁體中文) 3:

“你的毛巾呢？“亞曆克斯打電話來。
她把它們疊在浴室的籃子裏亞曆克斯去拿，然後關上浴室的門薩沙聽到他開始小便她跪在地上，從他的褲兜裏掏出錢包，打開了，她的心突然感到一陣壓力這是一個普通的黑色錢包，沿邊緣磨損成灰色。她迅速地瀏覽了一下裡面的東西：借記卡、工作證、健身卡在一個側口袋裏，有一張褪色的照片，上面是兩個男孩和一個女孩戴著背帶，斜視著海灘一個穿著黃色制服的運動隊，頭很小，她不知道其中一個是不是亞曆克斯的從這些狗耳照片中，一張活頁紙掉到了薩沙的膝上它看起來很舊，邊緣撕裂，淡藍色的線條幾乎擦掉了薩沙打開它，看到用鈍鉛筆寫著，“我相信你。”她愣住了，盯著那些字他們似乎從那堆稀稀拉拉的廢品中向她挖了一條道地，給亞曆克斯帶來了滿臉的尷尬，亞曆克斯一直把這堆碎裂的貢品放在他那碎裂的錢包裏，然後又為自己看到它而感到羞愧她隱約意識到水龍頭正在打開，需要迅速移動她匆忙地、機械地把錢包重新組裝起來，手裡拿著紙條我正要拿著這個，她把錢包塞進亞曆克斯的口袋時，意識到自己在告訴自己我過會兒再放回去，他可能不記得放在裡面了我真的會幫他一個忙，在有人發現之前把它弄出來我會說，嘿，我注意到地毯上有這個，是你的嗎他會這麼說嗎我以前從沒見過它一定是你的，薩沙也許這是真的可能是幾年前有人給我的，我忘了。
“你呢？放回去？”因為z問。
“我沒有機會。他從浴室出來了。”
“那以後呢？洗完澡或者下次你見到他？”
“洗完澡，他穿上褲子就走了。從那以後我就再也沒和他談過。”
有一個停頓，在這期間，薩沙敏銳地意識到她身後的科茲在等待她非常想取悅他，說一些像是轉捩點的話；現在一切都不一樣了，或者我打電話給莉齊，我們終於和好了，或者我又拿起了豎琴，或者只是，我在變，我在變，我在變我變了！救贖，改變上帝，她是多麼想要這些東西每一天，每一分鐘不是每個人都這樣嗎？
“求你了，”她對科茲說“別問我感覺如何。”
“好吧，”他平靜地說。
他們靜靜地坐著，這是他們之間最長的沉默薩沙看著窗玻璃，被雨水淋濕了，在落日的黑暗中把燈弄髒了。她躺在床上，身體繃得緊緊的，聲稱自己躺在沙發上，躺在這個房間裏，看到了窗戶和牆壁，聽到的時候總是有微弱的嗡嗡聲，還有這幾分鐘的Coz時間：又一分鐘，又一分鐘，又一分鐘盎司