Clara had gotten up early on Christ

Clara had gotten up early on Christmas day, noticing to her relief that the symptoms of her cold had almost vanished completely. She had already made the shortbread fingers on the previous evening so all she really needed to do was to prepare the turkey and eggnog before John arrived at lunch time. However she hadn't calculated that John would be early. Just as she had put the turkey into the oven there was a knock on her door.
Clara straightened the skirt of her dress and went to open it. John held up his guitar and amplifier and smiled broadly at her.
“I brought some music,” he announced happily.
“You're also early,” Clara said, trying to sound cross when she actually wasn't. She would have just spent the remainder of the morning reading the book her colleague had given her.
“I thought you might need some help,” John said as he stepped inside her apartment and set the guitar down next to the coffee table.
“The food is all done but you can help me set the table,” Clara suggested and John nodded, following her into the kitchen.

“Smells good,” he commented as she handed him two plates but then his gaze dropped to the already laid out cookies, “You made shortbread?”
His face lit up and Clara smiled, pleased with herself that he seemed happy about that.
“Yes, I wanted to make something that reminded you of home but most Scottish food sounds really. . .”
“Disgusting?”
“Yeah,” Clara smiled weakly, “Sorry. How do you eat things like that? Like Haggis? Ew!”
John shrugged as he carried the plates to the dining table. “I don't know. Maybe that's just one more reason why I left Scotland.”
Clara sat down on her bed and took a deep breath. “Why did you leave Scotland?” she asked, “We've been friends for a month now and I hardly know anything about you.”
John sighed. “That's a really long story.”
“Well,” she said, gesturing for him to sit down next to her, “We've got at least an hour until the turkey is done.”
He inhaled sharply and slowly walked towards the bed to sit down. Clara waited patiently for him to begin but it took him a long time.
“My life in Scotland was really boring, to be honest,” he began, “I was born in Glasgow. I grew up. I went to school. You already know that I became a doctor. I got married, had children and-”
“Wait,” Clara interrupted him. She didn't know why it surprised her, “You had children?”
John nodded. “They died along with my wife in the bombing of Glasgow while I was in London for a conference. After their funeral I packed my things and I haven't set foot into Glasgow since.”
“You ran,” she realized, “That's why you came here, too. Whenever something bad happens you pack your things and you run from it.”
“I guess you could say it like that,” John agreed with a sad smile, “The woman that died. The memory is all a bit fuzzy. I don't remember much. I don't even remember what she looked like. But she was under my care and I should have done something to save her and I couldn't. Since I didn't deserve to call myself a doctor any longer I came here, not knowing what else to be. Until I met you.”
“How did I change that?” Clara asked, laughing nervously.
John seemed to ponder his words for a moment. “I saw you and I knew what I wanted to be – your friend.”
Clara suddenly felt his gaze boring into her and she knew what he was about to ask her so she quickly looked away. She wasn't ready yet. Not for the whole story. Not on Christmas. Some things were still too painful to talk about.

結果 (中文) 3:

克拉拉在圣诞节那天起得很早，注意到她感冒的症状几乎完全消失了。她已经在前一晚做酥饼手指让她真正需要做的是准备火鸡和蛋酒在约翰到了吃午饭的时间。然而她没有推算出他会早。就在她把火鸡放进烤箱里时，她有一个敲门声。克拉拉把裙子上的裙子直了，然后去打开它。翰举起他的吉他和放大器，并对她微笑。“我带来了一些音乐，”他高兴地宣布。“你也很早，”克拉拉说，试图在声音交叉时，她实际上是不。她将刚刚花了余下的时间读了她的同事给她的书。“我想你可能需要一些帮助，”他说，当他走进她的公寓，把吉他放在咖啡桌旁。“食物都做了，但是你可以帮我把桌子摆上，”克拉拉建议，然后，她点了点头，跟着她进了厨房。“好，”他评论说她递给他两板然后他的目光落到已经拿出饼干，“你做的饼干？“他脸上的微笑和克拉拉的微笑，对自己感到满意，他似乎很高兴。“是的，我想做一些让你想起家里的事，但大多数的苏格兰人的食物听起来真的很好。..”“恶心？““是啊，”克拉拉微笑着说：“对不起。你怎么吃东西？喜欢他吗？电子战！“当他把盘子带到餐桌上时，他耸了耸肩。“我不知道。也许这就是我离开苏格兰的一个原因。”克拉拉坐在她的床上，深吸了一口气。“你为什么离开苏格兰？“她问，”我们是一个月的朋友，我几乎不知道你的任何事。”John叹了口气。“这真是一个很长的故事。”“好吧，”她说，他坐在她旁边打手势，“我们已经有了至少一个小时，直到火鸡了。”他急速地吸了口气，慢慢地走到床上坐下。克拉拉耐心地等待他开始，但他花了很长时间。“我在苏格兰的生活真的很无聊，老实说，”他开始说，“我是在格拉斯哥出生的。我长大了。我去学校。你已经知道我成了一名医生。我结了婚，有了孩子“等一下，”克拉拉打断了他。她不知道她为什么会感到惊讶，“你有孩子吗？“John点头。当我在伦敦的一个会议上，他们和我的妻子一起在格拉斯哥爆炸案中死亡。在他们的葬礼之后，我收拾好东西，我还没有踏进格拉斯哥。”“你跑，”她意识到，“这就是为什么你来这里，太。每当有什么不好的事情发生，你就把你的东西包起来，然后你就逃跑了。”“我想你可以这样说，”他同意了一个悲伤的微笑，“死的女人。记忆是有点模糊。我不记得太多。我都不记得她是什么样子。但她是在我的照顾下，我应该做的事来拯救她，我不能。因为我不应该打电话给自己一个医生，我来这里，不知道什么是什么。直到遇见你。”“我是怎样改变的？克拉拉问，紧张地笑着。他似乎在思索自己的话。“我看到了你，我知道我想做什么，你的朋友。”克拉拉突然感觉到他的目光钻进了她的眼睛，她知道他要问她什么，所以她很快就看了看。她还没有准备好。不是为了整个故事。不是在圣诞节。有些事情还是太痛苦了，谈论。