A few months earlier, a different illicit romance had been brewing. To Nath’s immense disapproval, all spring Lydia had spent her afternoons out with Jack in his car: driving round and round town, or parking the VW near the green quad of the college, or by the playground, or in a deserted parking lot.
几个月前，另一场地下恋情也在酝酿之中。尽管内斯强烈反对，整个春天，莉迪亚每天下午还是会和杰克开车出去，围着镇子兜风，或者把甲壳虫停在大学校园外面、操场旁边和某个废弃的停车场里。
Despite what Nath thought, to Lydia’s smug satisfaction, despite the whispers, now and then, when someone glimpsed her climbing into Jack’s car — She’s not, is she? No way. Her? Can’t be — despite Lydia’s own expectations, the truth was much less scandalous. While the college students scurried to class, or kindergartners scaled the slide, or bowlers trudged into the alley for a quick after-work game, something happened that Lydia had never expected: she and Jack talked. As they sat smoking, feet propped on the dashboard, she told him stories about her parents: how in second grade, she’d traced the diagram of the heart from the encyclopedia, labeling each ventricle with magic marker, and her mother had pinned it up on her bedroom wall as if it were a masterpiece. How at ten, her mother had taught her to take a pulse; how at twelve her mother had persuaded her to skip Cat Malone’s birthday party — the only one she’d ever been invited to — to finish her science fair project. How her father had insisted she go to the freshman dance and bought her a dress, and she had spent the night standing in the darkest corner of the gym, counting the minutes until she could go home: how late was late enough? Eight thirty? Nine? At first she tried not to mention Nath, remembering how Jack hated him. But she could not talk about herself without Nath and, to her surprise, Jack asked questions: Why did Nath want to be an astronaut? Was he quiet at home like he was at school? So she told him how, after the moon landing, he had bounded across the lawn, pretending to be Neil Armstrong, for days. How, in the sixth grade, he’d convinced the librarian to let him borrow from the adults’ section and brought home textbooks on physics, flight mechanics, aerodynamics. How he’d asked for a telescope for his fourteenth birthday and received a clock radio instead; how he’d saved his allowance and bought himself one. How, sometimes, at dinner, Nath never said a word about his day, because their parents never asked. Jack absorbed everything, lighting her next cigarette as she flicked the old butt out the window, tossing her his pack when she ran out. Week after week, she tamped down a flare of guilt at making Nath seem even more pathetic — because talking about Nath kept her in Jack’s car every afternoon, and every afternoon she spent in Jack’s car bothered Nath more and more.
无论内斯怎么想，莉迪亚对此还是洋洋得意。时常有人看到她钻进杰克的车，他们不免闲言碎语一番——“不会吧，是她吗？不可能。她？没门……”与莉迪亚的期望不同，真相并没有传言中的那么不堪。当大学生们赶着去上课，幼儿园的小孩跑进教室，投球手们忙着参加中场游戏的时候，出乎莉迪亚预料的是，她和杰克什么都不会做，只是聊天。他们坐在一起抽烟，脚架在仪表盘上，她给他讲她父母的故事：二年级的时候，她在百科全书上的心脏图示上胡涂乱画，用荧光笔给每个心室涂了颜色，她母亲把这张图当成杰作贴在她的卧室里。莉迪亚十岁那年，她母亲教她测脉搏；十二岁时，她母亲说服她不要去凯特·马龙的生日派对——那是她唯一一次接到邀请的派对——全力准备科学展览。她父亲坚持要她参加基础舞蹈班，还给她买了一条连衣裙，结果，她在健身房最黑暗的角落里站了一晚上，巴望着早点回家：什么时候才能结束？八点半？九点？起初，她尽量避免提及内斯，因为她记得杰克讨厌他。但要是不提到内斯，她的故事就不完整。令她惊讶的是，杰克会主动提问：内斯为什么想成为宇航员？他在家也像在学校一样安静吗？于是，她告诉他，人类登月之后，一连几天，内斯都在草坪上跳来跳去，假装他是尼尔·阿姆斯特朗。六年级，他说服图书管理员让他借阅成人区的书籍，把很多物理学、飞行动力学和空气动力学的教科书借回来看。他很想要一台望远镜作为十四岁的生日礼物，却收到一台带闹钟的收音机，于是他把零花钱积攒起来，给自己买了一台望远镜。有时候在晚饭时，内斯从来不提他当天过得怎么样，因为他们的父母从来不问。杰克全神贯注地听着，看到莉迪亚把烟蒂扔到窗外，就马上再给她点一支，等她抽完自己的，他就把他的烟盒扔过去。几周过去了，莉迪亚觉得十分愧疚，因为被她这么一讲，内斯似乎更可悲了——而且，矛盾在于，每天下午她在杰克的车里谈论内斯，内斯却正是因为她每天下午都在杰克的车里而感到越来越烦恼。
“Try again,” Jack said. He set his foot on the dashboard and pushed in the cigarette lighter. “Nice and slow. Clutch in, gas out.”
“再试一次，”杰克说着，朝仪表盘伸出一只脚，把点烟器踢进去，“轻点，慢点，抬离合，踩油门。”
“Think of the gas pedal and the clutch as partners,” he said. “When one goes up, the other goes down.” Under Jack’s direction, Lydia let the clutch out slowly and tapped the gas with her toe, and the VW crept forward across the empty parking lot of the roller rink on Route 17. Then the engine stalled, slamming her shoulders into the seat back. Even after a week of practice, the violence of this moment still surprised her, how the whole car jolted and fell silent, as if it had had a heart attack.
“把油门和离合器想象成一对好伙伴，”杰克说，“一个踏板抬起来，另一个必然是落下的。”在杰克的指导下，莉迪亚缓缓松开离合器踏板，脚尖轻点油门，操纵着甲壳虫汽车慢慢穿过17号公路旱冰场旁边那座空旷的停车场。然后，发动机熄火了，她的肩膀一下子撞在靠背上。尽管已经练习了一星期，这种突如其来的事件还是会让她觉得意外。整辆车先是摇摇晃晃，然后静止不动，像心脏病发作一样。
Now, in mid-April, Jack had started teaching Lydia to drive. At the end of the month, she would be sixteen.
四月中旬，杰克开始教莉迪亚开车。到月底，她就十六岁了。
At the far end of the parking lot, a police car pulled in and executed a neat U-turn, pointing its nose toward the street. They’re not looking for us, Lydia told herself. Route 17, out at the edge of town, was a notorious speed trap. Still, the black-and-white car kept catching her eye. She turned the key and restarted the car and stalled again, almost at once.
停车场的另一侧，一辆警车开进来，利落地掉了个头，车头对准了街面。“他们不是来找我们的。”莉迪亚告诉自己。17号公路在镇子边上，是臭名昭著的汽车超速监视区。然而，黑白相间的警车还是令她走神。她转动钥匙，重新发动汽车，这一次，发动机几乎立刻就熄火了。
“Try again,” Jack repeated, pulling a pack of Marlboros from his pocket. “You’re in too much of a hurry.”
“再试试，”杰克重复道，从口袋里抽出一包万宝路，“你太着急了。”
She had not realized this, but it was true. Even the two weeks until her birthday, when she could get her learner’s permit, seemed eternal. When she had her license, Lydia thought, she could go anywhere. She could drive across town, across Ohio, all the way to California, if she wanted to. Even with Nath gone — her mind shied from the thought — she would not be trapped alone with her parents; she could escape anytime she chose. Just thinking about it made her legs twitch, as if itching to run.
她没有意识到这个问题，但他说得对。还有两个星期就是她的生日，却不知道什么时候能取得初学者驾照。等获得驾照，莉迪亚想，她就能去任何地方。如果她愿意，大可以离开米德伍德，横穿俄亥俄，一路驶向加利福尼亚。就算内斯离开了——她不愿想到这件事——她也不会孤零零地困在父母身边；她可以在自己选定的时间逃离。只是想到这些，她的腿就激动得打战，仿佛迫不及待想要逃跑。
Slowly, she thought, taking a deep breath. Just like partners. One goes up, the other goes down. James had promised to teach her to drive their sedan as soon as she had her permit, but Lydia did not want to learn in their car. It was sedate and docile, like a middle-aged mare. It buzzed gently, like a watchful chaperone, if you didn’t fasten your seat belt. “After you get your license,” her father said, “we’ll let you take the car out on Friday nights with your friends.”
慢点，她想，随后做了个深呼吸。它们是一对好伙伴。一个抬起，一个落下。詹姆斯保证过，只要她拿到初学者驾照，他就教她开他们家的轿车，但莉迪亚不想用家里的车学，那辆车太安静，太温驯，犹如一匹中年母马，如果你没有系安全带，它会温柔地嗡嗡叫，俨然一副警惕的监护人的架势。“等你得到初学者驾照，”她父亲说，“我们就让你星期五晚上开车和朋友出去。”
Lydia sank the clutch to the floor and started the engine again and reached for the gearshift. It was almost five thirty, and her mother would expect her soon. When she tried to let out the clutch, her foot slipped off the pedal. The car bucked and died. The eyes of the policeman in the cruiser flicked toward them, then back toward the road.
莉迪亚把离合器踩到底，再次发动引擎，握住变速杆。已经快到五点半了，再过一会儿，她母亲会盼着她回家。当她试图松开离合器的时候，脚不小心滑下了踏板，汽车跳了一下，熄火了。警车上的警察看了他们一眼，然后转头继续盯着路面。
“If you keep your grades up,” her mother would add, if she was around.
“要是你的成绩一直上升的话。”如果她母亲也在场，一定会补上这一句。
Lydia knew this was a lie, but she nodded. “Yeah,” she said hoarsely. “Next time.” As they turned onto Route 17, she blew a long column of smoke out toward the police car.
莉迪亚清楚，这不是实话，但她点点头。“是，”她嘶哑地说，“下次吧。”他们开上17号公路，她朝着警车的方向喷出一股浓烟。
Jack shook his head. “We can try again tomorrow.” The coils of the lighter glowed as he pulled it from the socket and pressed a cigarette to its center, the end singeing black against the hot metal, then orange, as if the color had bled. He passed it to Lydia and, once they had switched seats, lit another for himself. “You almost had it,” he said, wheeling the car toward the exit of the parking lot.
杰克摇摇头。“我们明天再试。”他把点烟器拔出插座，上面的线圈闪闪发光，杰克把一根烟凑到点烟器中间，在金属的炙烤下，烟头先是焦黑，然后变红，仿佛血的颜色。他把烟递给莉迪亚，和她对调位置，然后，又给自己点了一支烟。“你差不多就要学会了。”他说完，驾驶着汽车向停车场的出口驶去。
“So are you going to tell your brother we’ve been hanging out, and I’m not such a bad guy?” Jack asked when they were nearly home.
“那么，你打算告诉你哥哥我们一直在一起，而且我不是坏人吗？”快到家时，杰克问。
She hopped out a block early, and Jack turned the corner and pulled into his driveway while she trotted home, as if she’d walked the whole way herself. Tomorrow, she thought, she would pop the car into first and they would roll across the parking lot, white lines whipping beneath the wheels. On top of the pedals, her feet would feel comfortable, her insteps supple. Soon she would glide down the highway, shifting into third, then fourth, speeding off somewhere all on her own.
她在离家一个街区的地方提前下车，杰克转了个弯，驶向他家的车道，莉迪亚小跑着回家，假装刚才一直都在步行。明天，她想，她会挂到一挡，穿过停车场，碾过地上的白线。她的脚踩在踏板上会十分舒适自如，脚背也不再僵硬，接着，她就开上公路，挂上三挡，然后四挡，加速驶向某个地方，完全凭她一个人的力量。
Now, Lydia said, “He would never believe me.”
现在，听到杰克的问题，莉迪亚说：“他可能永远都不会相信我了。”
Lydia grinned. She suspected that Jack still took other girls out — some days, he and the VW were nowhere to be found — but with her, he was practically gentlemanly: he had never even held her hand. So what, if they were only friends? Most days she was the one climbing into his car, and she knew this had not escaped Nath’s attention. At dinnertime, while she spun stories for her mother about her grades and her extra credit project, or for her father about Shelley’s new perm or Pam’s obsession with David Cassidy, Nath watched her — half-angry, half-afraid — as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. She knew what he was thinking, and she let him. Some evenings, she came into Nath’s room, plopped down on his windowsill, and lit a smoke, daring him to say something.
莉迪亚笑了。她怀疑杰克仍然会带其他女孩出去鬼混——有时候，他和他的车都会不见踪影——不过，和她在一起的时候，他表现得一直像个绅士，他甚至连她的手都没拉过。那么，他们只是朋友吗？大部分的时间，只有她进出杰克的车，她知道，这逃不过内斯的眼睛。饭桌上，当她给母亲编造一些关于她的成绩的故事和所谓的“额外学分计划”，或者告诉父亲谢莉新烫了头发、帕姆爱上了大卫·卡西迪的时候，内斯都会看着她，既愤怒又担忧。他似乎想要说些什么，但不知如何开口。她知道他在想什么，也不阻止他去想。有几个晚上，她会走进内斯的房间，一屁股坐在窗台上，点燃一支烟，等着他说点什么。
It didn’t turn out that way. At home, in her room, Lydia flicked on the record player, where the album Hannah had given her for Christmas was already in place — to Lydia’s surprise, she had been playing it over and over. She set the needle an inch and a half from the edge, aiming for the start of her favorite song, but overshot, and Paul Simon’s voice suddenly soared into the room: Hey, let your honesty shine, shine, shine —
但是，现实却事与愿违。在家里，莉迪亚在她自己的房间打开电唱机，汉娜圣诞节时送她的唱片已经在里面了——令莉迪亚惊讶的是，她听了一遍又一遍。她把唱针向中心拨动了一英寸半，想要对准她最喜欢的那首歌，但是有点过了头，保罗·西蒙的声音猛然出现在房间里：“嘿，让你的诚实闪耀、闪耀、闪耀——”
“Are you done with your homework already?” No answer. Marilyn pursed her lips. “You know, you shouldn’t be listening to music if you haven’t finished your schoolwork.”
“你已经做完家庭作业了？”没有回答，玛丽琳撅撅嘴，“你知道，没完成家庭作业，不应该听音乐。”
“Lydia. Lydia.” When her daughter didn’t turn around, Marilyn lifted the arm of the record player and the room went quiet, the record spinning helplessly beneath her hand. “That’s better. How can you think with that on?”
“莉迪亚。莉迪亚。”见女儿没有转身，玛丽琳抬起唱针，房里安静下来，唱片无助地在她手下旋转，“这样好多了，开着音乐怎么思考问题？”
A faint knocking punched through the music, and Lydia twisted the volume knob as loud as it would go. In a moment, Marilyn, knuckles smarting, opened the door and leaned in.
一阵微弱的敲门声混进音乐中，莉迪亚转动音量旋钮，开到最大。门外的玛丽琳把手都敲疼了，她无奈地推开门，伸进脑袋。
Lydia picked at a hangnail. “I’ll do it after dinner.”
莉迪亚拽下手指上的一条倒刺：“我晚饭后再写。”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“它不会打扰到我的。”
Oh god, Lydia thought, not again. She blinked fiercely and focused on the corner of her desk, where some article her mother had clipped months ago still sat, furred now with dust.
噢，天哪，莉迪亚想，又开始了。她烦躁地眨着眼，盯着桌角，那里还放着她母亲几个月前帮她整理的剪报，现在已经布满了灰尘。
“Look at me.” Marilyn cupped Lydia’s chin in her hand and thought of all the things her own mother had never said to her, the things she had longed, her entire life, to hear. “You have your whole life in front of you. You can do anything you want.” She paused, looking over Lydia’s shoulder at the shelf crammed with books, the stethoscope atop the bookshelf, the neat mosaic of the periodic table. “When I’m dead, that’s all I want you to remember.”
“看着我，”玛丽琳握住莉迪亚的下巴，想起她自己的母亲从未对她说过的话，那是她一辈子都渴望听到的东西，“你的人生完全取决于你，你能做你想做的任何事。”她顿了顿，看看莉迪亚身后满当当的书架，以及书架上方挂着的听诊器和元素周期表，“等我死了以后，我只希望你记住这些。”
“Better to get started now, don’t you think? Make sure you have time to finish it all and do a careful job?” Marilyn’s face softened. “Sweetheart, I know high school may not feel important. But it’s the foundation of the rest of your life.” She perched on the arm of Lydia’s chair and stroked her daughter’s hair. It was so crucial to make her understand, but she didn’t know how. A quiver had crept into Marilyn’s voice, but Lydia didn’t notice. “Trust me. Please. Don’t let your life slip away from you.”
“你不觉得现在就开始更好吗？这样时间更充裕，更不容易出错。”玛丽琳的表情柔和了一些，“亲爱的，我知道，你可能觉得高中不重要，但是，它是你将来的基础。”她坐在莉迪亚的椅子扶手上，摸着女儿的头发。让莉迪亚明白这些道理十分关键，但玛丽琳不知道怎么说，女儿才会明白，她的声音开始发颤，但莉迪亚没有发觉，“相信我，拜托，别让人生从你身旁溜走。”
She meant: I love you. I love you. But her words sucked the breath from Lydia’s lungs: When I’m dead. All through that long-ago summer, she had thought her mother might really be dead, and those weeks and months had left a persistent, insistent ache in her chest, like a pulsing bruise. She had promised: anything her mother wanted. Anything at all. As long as her mother stayed.
她的意思是：我爱你。我爱你。但是，她的措辞让莉迪亚无法呼吸：等我死了。多年前的那个夏天，她曾经真的以为她母亲已经死了，那几周和那几个月在她心里留下难以愈合的创伤。她也已经暗自承诺：她要实现母亲的全部心愿，无论它是什么，只要母亲留在她的身边。
“Enough of that,” Marilyn said at last, swatting Lydia playfully on the behind. “Get to work. Supper will be ready in half an hour.”
“行啦，”玛丽琳终于说，她戏谑地用力拍了拍女儿的背，“学习吧。晚饭半小时后上桌。”
“I know, Mom,” she said. “I know.” She tugged her notebook from her bookbag. “I’ll get started.”
“我知道，妈妈，”她说，“我知道。”她用力从书包里拽出笔记本，“我现在就开始。”
All through dinner, the conversation with her mother writhed inside Lydia. She steeled herself with one thought: later, she would tell Nath all about it, and then she would feel better. She excused herself early, leaving half her plate untouched. “I’ve got to finish my physics,” she said, knowing her mother wouldn’t protest. Then, on her way upstairs, she passed the hall table, where her father had set the mail just before supper, and one envelope caught her eye: a Harvard seal in the corner, and beneath that, Admissions Office. She slit it open with her finger.
吃饭时与母亲的谈话令莉迪亚坐立不安。她只能安慰自己：过一会儿我要和内斯谈谈，这样就会感觉好些。她提前离开饭桌，盘子里的菜还剩一半没有动。“我去写物理作业了。”她知道，这样说的话，母亲不会反对。她经过前厅的桌子，晚饭前，她父亲刚把信件拿进来放在上面，一只信封吸引了她的注意：它的角上印着哈佛大学的校徽，校徽下面是“招生办”字样。她用手指划开信封。
“That’s my girl.” Marilyn kissed her on the head, right where her hair parted, and Lydia inhaled at last: shampoo, detergent, peppermint. A scent she had known all her life, a scent that, every time she smelled it, she realized she had missed. She curled her arms around Marilyn’s waist, pulling her close, so close she could feel her mother’s heartbeat against her cheek.
“好孩子。”玛丽琳亲亲她的额头，恰好是她的头路分开的地方，莉迪亚嗅了嗅母亲的味道：洗发水、洗涤剂和薄荷油的混合。她生来便熟悉这个味道，每次闻见，都会产生一种眷恋之情。她搂着玛丽琳的腰，让母亲紧靠着自己，以至于她的脸颊都能感觉到母亲的心跳。
Dear Mr. Lee, she read. We look forward to you joining us on campus April 29-May 2 and have matched you with a host student for your visit. She knew it had been coming, but it had not seemed real until now. The day after her birthday. Without thinking, she ripped the letter and envelope in two. And at that moment, Nath came out of the kitchen.
亲爱的李先生，她读道，我们期待你于4月29日到5月2日访问我校，我们已为你安排好一位学生予以接待。虽然她知道这一天迟早要来，但白纸黑字带来的冲击异常真实。那是她生日的后一天。她不假思索地把信和信封撕成两半，就在这时，内斯走出厨房。
“Thought I heard you out here,” he said. “Can I borrow –” He spotted the red crest on the torn envelope, the letter in pieces in Lydia’s hand, and froze.
“我听见你在这里，”他说，“我能借……”看到莉迪亚手中破信封上的红色校徽和被撕碎的信，内斯呆住了。
“Gimme that.” Nath snatched the letter. “This is mine. Jesus. What are you doing?”
“给我。”内斯抢过了信，“这是我的，天哪。你在干什么？”
Lydia flushed. “It’s nothing important. I didn’t –” But she had crossed a line, and both of them knew it.
莉迪亚脸色通红。“没什么重要的，我没……”但她越过了底线，他们两个都清楚。
“I just –” Lydia could not think of a way to finish.
“我只是……”莉迪亚不知道该怎么解释。
Nath pieced the ragged edges together, as if he could make the letter whole again. “This is about my visit. What the hell were you thinking? That if I didn’t get this, I couldn’t go?” Put so starkly, it sounded foolish and pathetic, and tears began to form in the corners of Lydia’s eyes, but Nath did not care. It was as if Lydia had been stealing from him. “Get it through your head: I’m going. I’m going that weekend. And I’m going in September.” He bolted for the stairs. “Jesus Christ. I can’t get out of this house fast enough.” In a moment, his door slammed overhead, and although Lydia knew he wouldn’t open it — nor did she know what she would say if he did — this did not stop her from knocking, again and again and again.
内斯小心地把碎片拼到一起，好像这样就能让信恢复原样似的。“这是关于我的参观的，你到底是怎么想的？要是我看不到它，就不能去吗？”他说得非常直白，听起来既愚蠢又可悲，眼泪涌出莉迪亚的眼角，但内斯不在乎，他觉得莉迪亚偷了他的东西，“你得想明白，我要走了。那个周末我会走，九月份更要走。”他跑上楼梯，“天哪，我恨不得快点离开这个家。”过了一会儿，他的房门“砰”的一声被甩上了。莉迪亚虽然知道他不会再开门——她也不知道他开了门她又能说什么——她还是过去敲门，一遍一遍又一遍。
“I know what to do,” Lydia said. “I just can’t do it.” Her hand had cramped into a claw around the gearshift and she pried it away. Partners, she reminded herself. The gas and the clutch were partners. It struck her now: that wasn’t true. If one went up, the other had to go down. That was how everything went. Her grade in physics had gone up to a C-minus but her grade in history had slipped to a D. Tomorrow her English essay was due — two thousand words on Faulkner — but she could not even find her book. Maybe there was no such thing as partners, she thought. From all her studying, this flashed through her mind: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. One went up and the other went down. One gained, the other lost. One escaped, the other was trapped, forever.
“我知道该怎么做，”莉迪亚说，“我只是做不到。”她紧抓变速杆，把它拨到一边。“好伙伴”，她提醒自己，油门和离合器是好伙伴。突然，她发现，这不是真的，如果一个上去，另一个就得下来，那算什么好伙伴。然而，世界上的事情都是这样的，她的物理成绩提升到C—，但历史成绩就得下降到D。明天又要交英语论文——两千字，论福克纳——但她连福克纳的书都找不着了。也许世上根本没有所谓的好伙伴，她想。她曾经学过的一条知识划过脑海：“对于每一个作用力，都有一个大小相等、方向相反的反作用力。”一个向上，另一个向下。一个得到，另一个失去。一个逃离，另一个受困，永远受困。
The thought haunted her for days. Although Nath — cooled down now from the incident of the letter — was speaking to her again, she could not bear to mention it, even to apologize. Each night after dinner, despite her mother’s most pointed nagging, she stayed in her room alone instead of tiptoeing down the hall in search of sympathy. The night before her birthday, James rapped at her door.
这些想法侵扰了她好几天。虽然内斯——他已经从撕信事件中冷静下来——又和她说话了，但她还是不愿面对他要走的事实，甚至连向他道歉都不肯。尽管每天晚饭时还要继续听母亲唠叨，但她一离开饭桌就会躲进自己房间，而不是偷偷走进客厅寻找安慰。她生日的前一天晚上，詹姆斯过来敲门。
The next afternoon, in Jack’s car, she stalled the engine over and over until Jack said they’d better call it a day.
第二天下午，在杰克的车上，她搞得发动机频繁熄火，最后，杰克不得不建议结束当天的练习。
Lydia flipped the locket open and froze. Inside were two pictures the size of her thumbnail: one of her father, one of her — dolled up for the ninth-grade dance the year before. All the way home, she had told him what a wonderful time she’d had. The photo of her father smiled broadly, fondly, expectantly. The photo of herself looked away, serious, resentful, sullen.
莉迪亚打开挂坠，呆住了，里面有两张她拇指指甲那么小的照片：一张是她父亲，另一张是她——这是去年她盛装打扮参加九年级的舞会时照的。当时，在回家的路上，她不停地告诉父亲舞会是多么精彩。她父亲在照片上笑得很开心，带着天真和期盼的神情。她自己的照片则很严肃，面带愠色，眼睛也没有看镜头。
“You’ve seemed down the past couple of weeks,” he said. He held out a little blue velvet box the size of a deck of cards. “I thought an early present might cheer you up.” It had taken him some time, this gift, and he was proud of it. He had gone so far as to ask Louisa for advice on what a teenage girl might like, and this time, he was sure Lydia would love it.
“最近几周你看上去心情不好，”他说，然后拿出一只蓝色的丝绒小盒，盒面像扑克牌那么大，“我想，提前把礼物送给你可能会让你开心。”詹姆斯觉得自豪，因为自己为这份礼物花了一番心思。他征求过路易莎的建议，问她十几岁的小女孩可能喜欢什么样的东西，所以这一次，他相信莉迪亚会喜欢它。
Inside the box lay a silver heart on a chain. “It’s beautiful,” Lydia said, surprised. At last, a present that was a present — not a book, not a hint — something she wanted, not something they wanted for her. This was the necklace she had longed for at Christmas. The chain slid through her fingers like a stream of water, so lithe it felt almost alive.
盒子里是一条项链，拴着银制的心形挂坠。“真漂亮。”莉迪亚惊喜地说。她终于收到了像样的礼物——不是书，也不是暗示——是她想要的东西，而不是他们希望她要的。圣诞节时，她就盼望收到这样的项链。链子像流水一样滑下她的手指，非常柔软，似乎是活的。
James touched her dimple with a fingertip and twisted it, an old joke of his. “It opens.”
詹姆斯戳戳她的酒窝，又捏了捏，这是他的惯常动作。“还能打开。”
He fiddled with the clasp of the necklace, struggling with the tiny spring loop. “I wanted gold, but a reliable source told me everyone was wearing silver this year,” he said. Lydia ran a finger along the velvet lining of the box. Her father was so concerned with what everyone was doing: I’m so glad you’re going to the dance, honey — everyone goes to the dance. Your hair looks so pretty that way, Lyddie — everyone has long hair these days, right? Anytime she smiled: You should smile more — everyone likes a girl who smiles. As if a dress and long hair and a smile could hide everything about her that was different. If her mother let her go out like the other girls, she thought, it might not matter what she looked like — Jackie Harper had one blue eye and one green, and she’d been voted Most Social last year. Or if she looked like everyone else, perhaps it would not matter that she had to study all the time, that she could not go out on the weekends until she’d done all her homework, that she could not go out with boys at all. One or the other might be overcome. To be pulled both ways — no dress, no book, no locket could help that.
他笨拙地摆弄着项链的扣环，想把它打开。“我本来想买金的，但可靠人士告诉我，今年大家都戴银的。”他说。莉迪亚用手指摩挲着盒子的丝绒衬里。她父亲非常关心“大家”都在做什么。你去跳舞，我很高兴，亲爱的——大家都去跳舞。你的头发那样弄很好看，莉迪——大家最近都在留长发，对吗？当她微笑的时候，你应该多笑笑——大家都喜欢爱笑的女孩。好像一件衣服、一头长发、一个微笑就能掩盖她与“大家”的不同之处。要是母亲允许她和其他女孩那样出去的话，她想，自己不管是什么样子都无所谓——杰姬·哈珀一只眼睛是蓝色的，另一只是绿的，去年，她照样当选为“最受欢迎的学生”。或许，如果她的外表和别人一样的话，她就不用一直都努力用功，不用连周末都要先完成作业才能出门，也不会被禁止和男孩出门。这些问题都不再将是问题。至于衣服、书或者项链什么的，根本不具备如此巨大的作用。
“I know this year has been tough, and your mother’s been asking a lot of you,” James said. “Just remember, school isn’t everything. It’s not as important as friendship, or love.” Already he could see a faint line worrying a crease between Lydia’s brows, dark circles blooming beneath her eyes from late-night studying. He wanted to smooth that wrinkle with his thumb, to wipe the shadows away like dust. “Every time you look at this, just remember what really matters. Every time you look at this, I want you to smile. Promise?”
“我知道今年你压力很大，你母亲对你要求很高。”詹姆斯说，“要记住，学校不是生活的全部，它并没有友情或者爱情那么重要。”他已经能从莉迪亚的眉心看出一道忧心忡忡的纹路，由于用功到深夜，她的眼睛下面也出现了黑眼圈。他想用拇指抚平那道皱纹，像擦拭灰尘那样抹掉女儿的黑眼圈。“每当你看到它，不要忘记什么才是真正重要的。每当你看到它，我希望你能笑一笑。好吗？”
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, and James mistook her hoarseness for deep gratitude.
“漂亮。”她小声说，詹姆斯把她的嘶哑误解为深切的感激。
“There we go,” James said, the catch springing open at last. He refastened it at her nape, and the metal cut a line of cold, like a ring of ice, around her throat. “What do you think? Do you like it?” Lydia understood: this was meant to remind her of all he wanted for her. Like a string tied around her finger, only this lay around her neck.
“好了。”詹姆斯说，他终于打开了扣环。他给女儿戴上项链，金属在她脖子上形成一道冷硬的线条，如同一只冰环围绕着她的喉咙。“你觉得怎么样？你喜欢它吗？”莉迪亚明白，他是想提醒她，不要忘记他的期望。这与缠在她手指上的丝线没有什么不同，唯一的区别是，项链是挂在她脖子上的。
The next day, in honor of her birthday, she wore the necklace, as her father suggested. “Right after school,” James told her, “I’ll take you over to get your permit and we’ll have our first driving lesson before dinner.” Her mother said, “And after dinner, we’ll have cake. And I’ve got some special presents for the birthday girl.” Which meant books, Lydia thought. That night Nath would pack his suitcase. All day she consoled herself: In six hours, I will have my permit. In two weeks, I will be able to drive away.
第二天，为了庆祝生日，她按照父亲的建议戴上了项链。“放学后，”詹姆斯告诉她，“我就带你去考初学者驾照，然后我们在晚饭之前开始第一堂驾驶课。”她母亲说：“晚饭后，我们就吃蛋糕。我给今天过生日的姑娘准备了一些特殊的礼物。”那指的是书，莉迪亚想。当天晚上，内斯就会收拾行李。她一天都在想：再过六个小时，我就得到初学者驾照了，再过两周，我就能开车了。
“Promise me,” he said, “that you’ll get along with everyone. You can never have too many friends.” And Lydia closed her eyes and nodded.
“答应我，”他说，“你会和每个人好好相处，朋友永远都不嫌多。”莉迪亚闭上眼睛，点点头。
James paused the car to let a cluster of junior boys meander across the street. “Louisa has an appointment and since I was coming this way anyway, I offered her a ride.”
詹姆斯停下车，为一群闲散的高二男孩让路。“路易莎要去看医生，反正我们也顺路，可以送她过去。”
At three o’clock, her father pulled up in front of the school, but when Lydia picked up her bookbag and started for the sedan, she was surprised to see someone already in the passenger seat: a Chinese woman — a girl, really — with long black hair.
三点钟，她父亲来到学校门口。当莉迪亚背起书包，朝轿车走过去时，她惊奇地发现副驾驶座上已经有人了：一个华裔女人——应该说是女孩——留着黑色长发。
“I shouldn’t have said yes,” Louisa said. “I should have just canceled it. I hate the dentist.”
“我不应该答应的，”路易莎说，“我应该取消的，我讨厌牙医。”
“So nice to finally meet you,” the girl said as Lydia climbed into the backseat. “I’m Louisa, your dad’s teaching assistant.”
“终于见到你了，我很高兴。”莉迪亚爬上后座，那女孩对她说，“我是路易莎，你爸爸的助教。”
As he crossed in front of the car, one of the juniors grinned at them through the windshield and pulled his eyes into slits with his fingers. The others laughed, and Lydia scrunched down in her seat. It occurred to her: the boys probably thought Louisa was her mother. Squirming, she wondered if her father was embarrassed, too, but in the front seat, James and Louisa hadn’t noticed a thing.
一个高二学生从车前方经过时，朝他们咧嘴一笑，用手指把他的眼睛捏成两条细缝。其他学生哄笑起来，莉迪亚在后座上缩起身体。她突然想到：那些男孩大概以为路易莎是她母亲。她想知道他父亲是否也会觉得尴尬，但前座的詹姆斯和路易莎根本没有注意。
“Five,” Louisa said. “I’m just a poor grad student, not a rich professor.” She patted his arm playfully, and the tenderness in her face shocked Lydia. Her mother looked at her father this way, late at night, when he was caught up in his reading and she leaned against his armchair affectionately, before nudging him to bed. Louisa’s hand lingered on her father’s arm and Lydia stared at them, her father and this girl, cozy in the front seat like a little married couple, a tableau framed by the bright screen of the windshield, and she thought suddenly: This girl is sleeping with my father.
“我赌五美元。”路易莎说，“我只是个贫穷的研究生，不是有钱的教授。”她顽皮地拍拍他的肩膀，脸上温柔的表情震撼了莉迪亚。她母亲也是这么看她父亲的。夜深人静时，当玛丽琳发现詹姆斯还在看书，她会亲昵地斜靠在扶手椅上，催促他上床。路易莎的手在她父亲的胳膊上流连，莉迪亚盯着他们，她父亲和这个女孩亲密地坐在那里，像一对小夫妻，他们在挡风玻璃上的倒影，宛如一幅结婚照。莉迪亚突然意识到：这个女孩在和我父亲睡觉。
“Ten bucks says you don’t even have one cavity,” James said.
“我赌十美元，你根本没有蛀牙。”詹姆斯说。
It had never occurred to her before to think of her father as a man with desires. Like all teenagers, she preferred — despite her very existence — to imagine her parents as eternally chaste. But there was something in the way her father and Louisa touched, in their easy banter, that shocked her innocent sensibilities. To her, the faint crackle between them blazed so hotly that her cheeks flushed. They were lovers. She was sure of it. Louisa’s hand was still on her father’s arm and her father didn’t move, as if the caress were nothing unusual. In fact, James did not even notice: Marilyn often rested her hand on him just this way, and the feeling was too familiar to stand out. For Lydia, however, the way her father kept looking straight ahead, eyes still scanning the road, was all the confirmation she needed.
她以前从未想过，自己的父亲也是个有欲望的男人。与所有青少年一样，她更愿意——尽管她自己就是反例——把父母想象成纯洁而忠贞的男女。所以，亲眼见到她父亲和路易莎动作暧昧、举止随意，莉迪亚颇感震惊，连她都觉得不好意思了。他们是情人。她敢肯定。路易莎的手仍然放在她父亲的胳膊上，她父亲也没有动，好像这种爱抚十分平常。实际上，詹姆斯根本没有注意，玛丽琳也经常这样把手放在他身上，他已经习以为常，无法引起警觉。然而，对莉迪亚而言，看到父亲目不斜视地打量着路面，更加证实了她的判断。
Louisa blinked. “I had some ideas. I mean, I’ve heard so much about you from your dad.”
路易莎眨眨眼。“我对你有所了解。我是说，你爸爸经常和我谈起你。”
“Come on, Lyddie,” James said, “you’ve heard me talk about Louisa. How smart she is. How she never lets those undergrads get away with anything.” He smiled at Louisa, and Lydia’s vision blurred.
“得了，莉迪，”詹姆斯说，“你听到过我谈论路易莎——她有多么聪明，她从来不让那些本科生逃脱处罚。”他朝路易莎笑笑，莉迪亚的眼睛模糊起来。
“So I hear it’s your birthday today,” Louisa said, twisting toward the backseat again. “Sixteen. I’m sure this will be a very special year for you.” Lydia didn’t respond, and Louisa tried again. “Do you like your necklace? I helped pick it out. Your dad asked my advice on what you might like.”
“我听说今天是你的生日。”路易莎又从前排扭过头来，“十六岁。我敢肯定，今年对你来说非常特别。”莉迪亚没答话，路易莎再次试探道，“你喜欢你的项链吗？是我帮着挑的。你爸爸问过我你可能喜欢什么。”
“Daddy, where did you drive after you got your license?” she asked suddenly.
“爸爸，你领到驾照之后，都开车去哪儿？”她突然问。
Lydia looked her directly in the eye. “Really,” she said. “Daddy’s never mentioned you.”
莉迪亚直视着她的眼睛。“真的吗，”她说，“爸爸从没提起过你。”
Lydia hooked two fingers beneath the chain, fighting the urge to yank it from her neck. “How would you know what I like? You don’t even know me.”
莉迪亚用两根手指勾住项链，克制着不当场把它扯下来的冲动。“你怎么知道我喜欢什么？你又不认识我。”
In the rearview mirror, James’s eyes flicked open in surprise. “To school, to swim practices and meets,” he said. “And on errands, sometimes.”
后视镜里，詹姆斯惊讶地睁大了眼睛。“去学校，练习游泳和参加比赛。”他说，“有时候办些杂事。”
“But not on dates.”
“不约会？”
“No,” James said. His voice cracked briefly, like a teenage boy’s. “No, not on dates.”
“不，”詹姆斯说，他有点破音，就像十几岁的小男孩那样，“不，不约会。”
Lydia felt small and sharp and mean, like a tack. “Because you didn’t date. Right?” Silence. “Why not? Didn’t anybody want to go out with you?”
莉迪亚觉得她的内心涌起一股卑鄙的恶意。“因为你从不约会，对吗？”沉默。“为什么不呢？难道没有人愿意和你出去吗？”
“Oh, now,” Louisa said. “I don’t believe that for a minute.” She put her arm on James’s elbow again, and this time she kept it there until they reached the dentist’s office, until James stopped the car and said, to Lydia’s outrage, “See you tomorrow.”
“哦，”路易莎说，“我可一点都不相信。”她又把手放在詹姆斯胳膊上，这一次，她一直保持这个姿势，直到他们抵达牙医的诊所。詹姆斯停下车，对路易莎说了一句令莉迪亚愤慨不已的话：“明天见。”
This time James kept his eyes on the road before them, and his hands on the wheel stiffened, elbows locking.
詹姆斯一直盯着前方的路面，双手僵硬地抓着方向盘，肘部一动不动。
Despite his daughter glowering in the backseat, James did not realize anything was wrong. At the DMV, he kissed her on the cheek and took a chair. “You’ll do fine,” he said. “I’ll be right here when you’re done.” Thinking about how excited Lydia would be, permit in hand, he had forgotten all about the moment in the car. Lydia herself, still roiling with the secret she was sure she had discovered, turned away without a word.
尽管女儿在后排怒视着他，詹姆斯还是没意识到哪里不对。在车管所，他亲亲她的脸颊，拖来一把椅子。“你会通过的，”他说，“我就在这里等你。”幻想着莉迪亚拿到初学者驾照后有多么高兴，他忘记了车上发生的一切。莉迪亚仍然被她刚才发现的秘密搅得心神不安，她一言不发地转身走了。
At that moment Lydia realized the room had gone silent. Everyone’s head was bent over the test. She looked up at the clock, but it told her nothing: not when they started, not when the test ended, only the time, three forty-one. The second hand tick-tick-ticked around from eleven to twelve and the minute hand, like a long iron needle, jumped forward another notch. Three forty-two. She flipped her booklet open. What color is a stop sign? She filled in the circle for B: Red. What must you do if you see or hear an emergency vehicle coming from any direction? In her haste, the pencil slipped outside the bubble in a jagged claw. A few rows up, a girl with pigtails rose, and the woman at the front gestured her into the next room. A moment later, the boy sitting next to her did the same. Lydia looked down at her booklet again. Twenty questions. Eighteen left to go.
莉迪亚这时发觉，整个房间安静了下来，大家都趴在桌上答题。她看看表，但什么信息也得不到。表上并没有写几点开始考试，几点考试结束，只有当下的时间：三点四十一。秒针滴答作响，转了一圈，从表盘上的数字11移动到12，长长的分针随即跳了一格：三点四十二。她打开试卷。停车标志是什么颜色的？她在选项B：红色上画了个圈。如果看到或听到有紧急救援的车辆驶来，你应该怎么做？她匆忙答着题，也顾不上画出的圆圈是否标准。往前几排有个女孩，留着马尾辫，前面的那个女人打手势让她到隔壁房间去。过了一会儿，坐在她旁边的那个男孩也过去了。莉迪亚又看看她的试卷，一共二十道题，还有十八道没做。
In the test room, a woman handed her an exam booklet and a pencil and told her to take any empty seat. Lydia made her way toward the back corner of the room, stepping over bookbags and purses and the legs of the boy in the next-to-last row. Everything her father had ever said to her bounced back in a new tone: You can never have too many friends. She thought of her mother, sitting at home, doing the laundry, filling in a crossword, while her father — She was furious with him, furious with her mother for letting this happen. Furious with everyone.
在考试房间里，一个女人发给她一份试卷和一支铅笔，让她随便找个空位坐下。莉迪亚朝后排的角落走去，先后跨过坐在倒数第二排的一个男孩的书包、钱包和腿。她父亲对她说过的话似乎都变了调：朋友永远都不嫌多。她想起她母亲，坐在家里，洗衣服，做填字游戏，而她父亲——她恼怒父亲，也恼怒让这一切发生的母亲，恼怒每个人。
Lydia kept her head bent over the desk, as if the words would not be true until she saw the woman’s face. A dark spot formed in the middle of the paper, and it took her a moment to realize it was the mark of a tear, that it was hers. She wiped the paper clean with her hand, then wiped her cheek. Everyone else had gone.
莉迪亚一直低头看着桌子，好像只要不去看那个女人的脸，她说的话就不是真的。试卷中央出现一个黑点，她过了一会才意识到，那是一滴眼泪，是她的眼泪。她用手把卷子抹干净，又擦擦脸。考场里的人已经走光了。
If your car begins to skid, you should… All of the answers seemed plausible. She skipped ahead. When are roads and highways most slippery? How much distance should you leave between yourself and the vehicle in front of you under good road conditions? To her right, a man with a mustache closed his booklet and put down his pencil. C, Lydia guessed. A. D. On the next page, she found a list of sentences she could not complete. When driving behind a large truck on the freeway, you should… To safely navigate a curve, you should… When backing up, you should… She repeated each question to herself and got stuck on the last words, like a scratched record: you should, you should, you should. Then someone touched her shoulder, softly, and the woman from the front of the room said, “I’m sorry, dear, time’s up.”
如果你的车发生侧滑，你应该……所有选项看上去都挺有道理。她接着往下看。什么时候路面最滑？在良好的路况下，你应该和前车保持多远的距离？她的右边，一个留着大胡子的男人合上试卷，放下铅笔。C，莉迪亚猜测。A.D。她发现下一页上有一大串句子需要填空，而她根本不知道填什么。在快车道，如果你的前方有一辆大型卡车，你应该……为了安全地驶过弯道，你应该……倒车时，你应该……她默念着每一道题目，像一张残破的唱片一样重复最后几个字：你应该、你应该、你应该。后来，有人轻轻地碰了碰她的肩膀——监考的女人对她说：“抱歉，亲爱的，时间到了。”
In the next room, where a man fed answer sheets into the scoring machine, she jabbed her finger with the tip of her pencil. “Eighteen right,” the man said to the girl in front of her. “Take this to the counter and they’ll take your picture and print your permit. Congratulations.” The girl gave a happy little skip as she passed through the door and Lydia wanted to slap her. There was a brief moment of silence as the man looked at Lydia’s form, and she focused on the splotch of mud on his boot.
隔壁房间，一个男人正把答题纸塞进评分机，她用铅笔尖猛地一戳自己的手指。“答对了十八道题。”男人对她前面的那个女孩说，“把这个拿到前台，他们会给你照相，然后打印初学者驾照，祝贺你。”那个女孩高兴地迈着轻快的步子出了门，莉迪亚很想扇她。当男人看到莉迪亚的答卷，他短暂地沉默了一下，她盯着他靴子上的泥巴。
“Well,” he said. “Don’t feel bad. Lots of people fail the first time.” He turned the paper faceup and again she saw the five dark circles, like moles, the rest of the sheet blank and bare. Lydia did not wait for her score. As the machine sucked in the answer sheet, she walked straight past him, back into the waiting room.
“好吧，”他说，“别泄气，很多人第一次都没通过。”他把试卷朝上放好，她又看到上面的五个圆圈，像黑痣一样，卷子的其余地方都是空白的。莉迪亚没有等她的分数出来，机器吞进答题纸的时候，她越过男人，回到了等候室。
There was a long line at the counter for photos now; the man with the mustache counted the bills in his wallet, the girl who had skipped picked at her nail polish. The pigtailed girl and the boy had already gone. On the bench, James sat waiting. “So,” he said, looking down at her empty hands. “Where is it?”
前台那里已经形成了一条长队，人们都在等着照相；那个大胡子男人在数他钱包里的钞票，跳着出去的那个女孩在欣赏她的指甲油，马尾辫女孩和坐她旁边的那个男孩已经走了。长凳上，詹姆斯坐着等她。“那么，”他说，看着她空空的双手，“它在哪儿？”
“It’s okay,” the woman said. “You only need fourteen right.” But Lydia knew she had filled in only five circles.
“没关系，”女人说，“你只需要答对十四道题就算通过。”然而，莉迪亚知道，她只画了五个圆圈。
“It’s okay, honey,” he said. “You can try again this weekend.” In the cloud of disappointment and humiliation, Lydia did not remember, or care, that she could take the test again. In the morning, Nath would leave for Boston. All she could think was: I will be here forever. I will never be able to get away.
“没关系，亲爱的。”他说，“这个周末你再试试。”包围在失望与耻辱的阴云之中，莉迪亚不记得也不在乎她能否再次尝试。明天早晨，内斯就要去波士顿了。她唯一的念头是：我要永远留在这里了，我再也不能离开了。
“Can we go home now?” she said.
“我们可以回家了吗？”她说。
“I failed,” she said. The two women beside her father on the bench looked up at her, then quickly away. Her father blinked, once, twice, as if he hadn’t heard her properly.
“我没通过。”她说。坐在她父亲旁边的两个女人抬头看她，然后迅速看向别处。她父亲眨眨眼，一下，两下，似乎不相信自己的耳朵。
James put his arm around his daughter, but it weighed on her shoulders like a lead blanket, and she shrugged it off.
詹姆斯搂着他的女儿，然而，莉迪亚却觉得压在身上的重量犹如一条铅毯，她耸耸肩，把父亲的胳膊甩掉了。
“As soon as Lydia comes in,” Marilyn said, “we’ll say surprise. And then we’ll have dinner, and presents after.” Nath was up in his room, packing for his trip, and alone with her youngest, she was planning aloud, half talking to herself. Hannah, delighted to have her mother’s attention even by default, nodded sagely. Under her breath she practiced — Surprise! Surprise! — and watched her mother pipe Lydia’s name in blue onto the sheet cake. It was supposed to look like a driver’s license, a white-frosted rectangle with a photo of Lydia in the corner where the real photograph would be. Inside, it was chocolate cake. Because this was an extra-special birthday, Marilyn had baked this cake herself — from a box, true, but she had mixed it, one hand moving the mixer through the cake batter, the other holding the battered aluminum bowl still against the whirling blades. She had let Hannah pick out the tub of frosting, and now she squeezed out the last of the tube of decorator’s icing spelling L-Y-D and reached into the grocery bag for another.
“莉迪亚一进门，”玛丽琳说，“我们就一起说‘惊喜’。然后就开饭，饭后送礼物。”内斯在楼上打点行囊，只有汉娜在她身旁，但玛丽琳还是大声筹划着，她的话有一半是说给自己听的。觉得受到了母亲的关注，汉娜喜不自胜，热切地点头。她默默地练习——惊喜！惊喜！——一边看着母亲把长方形蛋糕上莉迪亚的名字涂成蓝色。玛丽琳打算把蛋糕做成驾照的样子：在长方形表面洒上白色糖霜，一个角上放着莉迪亚的真实照片，里面是一块巧克力蛋糕。因为这是一个特别的生日，所以，玛丽琳亲自制作了这个蛋糕——当然，原料是现成的，不过，需要她亲自调配。她一手举着搅拌器，一手端着铝碗，对准旋转的刀片。装糖霜的罐子汉娜已经帮她拿出来了，玛丽琳挤出裱花袋里最后一点奶油，写了三个字母“L—Y—D”，见奶油用完，又从购物袋里拿出一袋新的。
Such a special cake, Hannah thought, would taste extra-special, too. Better than just plain vanilla or chocolate. The box had shown a smiling woman hovering over a slice of cake and the words You mix in the love. Love, Hannah decided, would be sweet, like her mother’s perfume, and soft as marshmallows. Quietly she extended a finger, gouging a small dip in the perfectly smooth surface of the cake. “Hannah!” Marilyn snapped, and swatted her hand away.
这样一个特别的蛋糕，汉娜想，尝起来也一定十分特别，比纯香草或巧克力的蛋糕都要好。原料盒上印着一个微笑的女人，她面前有一块切好的蛋糕，旁边是一行字：调配你的爱。爱，汉娜觉得，一定是甜的，像她母亲的香水，一定是柔软的，像棉花糖。她悄悄伸出手指，在光滑的蛋糕表面上抠下一小块。“汉娜！”玛丽琳呵斥道，猛地把她的手拍到一边。
While her mother smoothed the dent with the spatula, Hannah touched the frosting on her finger to her tongue. It was so sweet her eyes watered, and when Marilyn wasn’t looking, she wiped the rest of it onto the backside of the tablecloth. She could tell by the little line between her mother’s eyebrows that she was still upset, and she wanted to lean her head against Marilyn’s aproned thigh. Then her mother would understand that she hadn’t meant to mess up the cake. But as she reached out, Marilyn set down the tube of icing mid-letter and lifted her head, listening. “That can’t be them already.”
她母亲用铲子抹平那块凹痕的时候，汉娜舔了舔手指头上的糖霜，甜得她流出了眼泪，趁玛丽琳不注意，她把剩下的糖霜抹在了桌布背面。她从母亲眉心的那条小皱纹上看得出，她仍然不开心，汉娜很想把头靠在玛丽琳围着围裙的大腿上，这样她母亲就会明白，她不是故意想要破坏蛋糕。然而，她刚要过去，玛丽琳就放下裱花袋，抬起头听着动静：“这么早，不可能是他们。”
By the time Hannah and Nath arrived downstairs, though, Lydia and their father had already come from the garage into the hallway, and the moment for Surprise had passed. Instead Marilyn took Lydia’s face between her hands and kissed her on the cheek, hard, leaving a red smudge of lipstick, like a welt.
但是，汉娜和内斯来到楼下时，莉迪亚和他们的父亲已经从车库走进门厅，来不及给“惊喜”了。玛丽琳捧起莉迪亚的脸，用力吻了她的脸颊，留下一个红色的唇印，如同伤痕。
“You’re home early,” she said. “Happy birthday. And congratulations.” She held out a palm. “So? Let’s see it.”
“你们回家真早，”她说，“生日快乐。祝贺你，”她伸出手掌，“拿出来让我们看看吧？”
Beneath her feet, Hannah felt the floor shiver as the garage door groaned open. “I’ll get Nath.”
汉娜感到脚下的地板震动起来，车库门轰鸣着敞开了。“我去叫内斯。”
“I failed,” Lydia said. She glared from Nath to their mother, as if daring them to be upset.
“我没通过。”莉迪亚说。她轮流扫视着内斯和母亲，看他们会不会生气。
Marilyn stared. “What do you mean, you failed?” she said, honest surprise in her voice, as if she had never heard the word.
玛丽琳瞪大眼睛。“什么意思，你没通过？”她颇为意外地说，仿佛不明白女儿的话。
Lydia said it again, louder: “I failed.” It was almost, Hannah thought, as if she were mad at their mother, mad at all of them. It could not be just the test. Her face was stony and still, but Hannah saw the tiny trembles — in her hunched shoulders, in her jaw clenched tight. As if she might shiver to pieces. She wanted to wrap her arms tight around her sister’s body, to hold her together, but she knew Lydia would only push her away. No one else noticed. Nath and Marilyn and James glanced at each other, unsure what to say.
莉迪亚又说了一遍，提高了声音：“我没——通——过。”汉娜觉得，莉迪亚差点就要对着母亲爆发了，对着他们每一个人爆发。但爆发的原因不仅仅是测验没通过。莉迪亚的脸冰冷僵硬，但汉娜看得出她在轻微地颤抖——从她耸起的肩膀和紧咬的牙关能感觉到，她可能会抖成碎片。汉娜想紧紧箍着姐姐，使她保持完整，但她知道，莉迪亚只会把她推到一边。其他人都注意到她在发抖——内斯、玛丽琳和詹姆斯面面相觑，不确定该说什么。
On any other day, this would have made Lydia boil over inside. Today — after the necklace, after the boys in front of the car, after the test, after Louisa — there was no room left in her for anger. Something within her tipped and cracked.
如果换作平时，这些话只能让莉迪亚暗自愤怒。而今天——经过项链事件，看到那些在车前面冲着他们做鬼脸的男孩，没有通过测验，见到了路易莎之后——她的怒火已经再也压抑不住了。她心里的某种东西翻倒了，碎裂了。
“Well,” Marilyn said at last. “You’ll just study the traffic rules and try again when you’re ready. It’s not the end of the world.” She tucked a stray lock of hair behind Lydia’s ear. “It’s okay. It’s not like you failed a school subject, right?”
“好了，”玛丽琳最后说，“你得学习交通规则，等你准备好了，就再去试试。又不是世界末日。”她帮莉迪亚把一绺头发掖到耳朵后面，“没关系。又不是你在学校考不及格，对吗？”
“Sure, Mom,” she said. She looked up at her mother, around at her whole family, and smiled, and Hannah nearly ducked behind Nath. The smile was too wide, too bright, cheery and white-toothed and fake. On her sister’s face it was terrifying; it made Lydia look like a different person, a stranger. Again no one else noticed. Nath’s shoulders unhunched; James let out his breath; Marilyn wiped her hands, which had grown damp, on her apron.
“当然，妈妈。”她说完，抬眼看着母亲，看着全家人，微笑起来。汉娜吓得差点躲到内斯身后。这个笑容异常灿烂，异常明亮，兴高采烈，然而却是假的。汉娜只觉得恐怖，它让莉迪亚看上去像变了个人，一个陌生人。可是，其他人依然没有发觉。内斯的肩膀放松下来，詹姆斯呼出一口气，玛丽琳用围裙擦干手——刚才有点湿了。
“Dinner’s not quite ready yet,” she said. “Why don’t you go up and take a shower and relax? We’ll eat early, as soon as it’s done.”
“晚餐还没完全准备好，”她说，“你们不如先上楼冲个澡，放松一下？等饭做好，我们就马上开动。”
Upstairs, in her room, Lydia yanked at the necklace, which wouldn’t break. She unhooked it and slammed it inside its box, as if it were a wild thing, and pushed it deep beneath the bed. If her father asked where it was, she would say she was saving it for special occasions. She would say she didn’t want to lose it, don’t worry, she’d wear it next time, Daddy. In the mirror, a fine red line ringed her neck.
楼上，莉迪亚在自己的房间里用力拉扯项链，但没有扯断。她解开挂扣，把它摔进盒子里，塞进床底深处，似乎那是什么脏东西。如果她父亲问起项链去哪儿了，她就说自己要等到特殊场合才戴，别担心，她不会弄丢的，下一次就会戴上，爸爸。镜子里，她的脖子上出现一圈细细的红痕。
“What happened?” Marilyn murmured to James, who shook his head. Hannah knew. Lydia hadn’t studied. Two weeks ago, before Lydia had come home after school, Hannah had explored her room, looking for treasures. She’d pocketed Lydia’s book from the floor of the closet and, beneath it, had found the rules and regulations pamphlet. When Lydia started to study, Hannah had thought, she would notice her book was missing. She would come looking for it. Every few days, she had checked, but the pamphlet hadn’t moved. Yesterday it had been half-covered by a pair of beige platforms and Lydia’s best bell-bottoms. And the book was still tucked upstairs under Hannah’s pillow.
“怎么回事？”玛丽琳低声问詹姆斯，他摇摇头。汉娜知道为什么。莉迪亚没有学习交通规则。两周前的一天，莉迪亚还没放学的时候，汉娜跑到她房间探险，寻找宝藏。她在柜子底部找到莉迪亚的一本书，把它装进自己的口袋，然后，在书下面，她看到印着交通规则的小册子。莉迪亚开始学习的时候，汉娜想，她应该注意到自己的书不见了，然后四处寻找。每隔几天，她就跑到姐姐房间察看，结果发现那本交通规则根本没有挪过窝。昨天，小册子上面压了一双米色高跟厚底鞋和莉迪亚最好的喇叭裤。而那本书仍旧藏在汉娜卧室的枕头底下。
“Great,” Lydia said, and this time Hannah actually did turn her face away until she heard her sister’s footsteps on the stairs.
“太好了。”莉迪亚说。这一次，汉娜忍不住把脸转到一边，直到她听见姐姐上楼的脚步声。
By the time Lydia came down to dinner an hour later, the mark had faded away, though the feeling that accompanied it had not. She had dressed up as if for a party, her hair ironed dry and straight and glossy on the big ironing board, her lips coated with jam-colored gloss. James, looking at her, had a sudden memory of Marilyn when they’d first met. “Don’t you look nice,” he said, and Lydia forced herself to smile. She sat bolt upright with that same fake smile at the dinner table, like a doll on display, but only Hannah spotted its fakeness. Her back ached, watching Lydia, every bit of her did, and she slouched in her own chair until she nearly slid off the seat. As soon as dinner was over, Lydia patted her mouth with her napkin and stood up.
一个小时后，莉迪亚下楼吃饭，那道痕迹已经消褪了，但痛苦的感觉还在。她打扮得像是去参加派对，头发熨得干干的，又直又光滑，嘴上涂着果酱色的唇膏。詹姆斯看着女儿，突然想起他和玛丽琳初次见面的时候。“你真美。”他说，莉迪亚挤出一个笑容。她保持着刚才的假笑，在晚餐桌前直挺挺地坐着，像一只展示柜里的洋娃娃，但只有汉娜看出那笑容有多虚假。她难受地看着莉迪亚，观察她的一举一动，无精打采地坐在自己的椅子里，最后差点从上面滑下来。晚餐一结束，莉迪亚就拿餐巾拍拍嘴，站了起来。
“Wait,” Marilyn said. “There’s cake.” She went into the kitchen and in a moment emerged bearing the cake on a tray, candles aglow. The photo of Lydia was gone, the top of the cake refrosted to plain white, with just Lydia’s name. Hiding under the smooth white, Hannah thought, was the pretend driver’s license, the Congratulations and the blue L-Y-D. Though you couldn’t see it, it was there just underneath, covered up but smudged and unreadable and horrible. And you’d be able to taste it, too. Their father snapped picture after picture, but Hannah didn’t smile. Unlike Lydia, she had not yet learned to pretend. Instead she half shut her eyes, like she did during the scary parts of TV shows, so that she could only half see what came next.
“等等，”玛丽琳说，“还有蛋糕呢。”她走进厨房，过了一会儿，用托盘端出一只蛋糕，还点着蜡烛。蛋糕上莉迪亚的照片不见了，重新用糖霜涂成白色，只写着莉迪亚的名字。汉娜想，藏在白色表层下面的，是原来的驾照图案，还有“祝贺”和“L—Y—D”几个字母。虽然你看不见，但它们就在下面，已经被抹平了，难以辨认，令人生厌。而且，当你吃的时候，还能尝出来。他们的父亲在不停地照相，但汉娜没有笑。与莉迪亚不同，她还没学会假装。她只能半闭着眼睛，仿佛看到电视上的恐怖镜头一样，这样她就能只看到一半接下来发生的事情了。
Which was this: Lydia waited for them to finish singing. As they reached the last line of the song, James held up the camera and she bent over the cake, lips pursed as if to kiss. Her perfectly made-up face smiled around the table, sweeping each of them in turn. Their mother. Their father. Nath. Hannah did not know everything Lydia thought she understood — the necklace, Louisa, all I want you to remember — but she knew that something had shifted inside her sister, that she was balanced on a dangerous, high-up ledge. She sat very still, as if one wrong move might tip Lydia off the edge, and Lydia blew out the flames with one quick puff.
事情是这样的：莉迪亚等着他们唱完生日歌，唱到最后一句，詹姆斯举起相机，莉迪亚趴在蛋糕前，撅起嘴唇，假装亲吻它。她顶着完美的假笑环视全家人，按照顺序，目光逐一扫过每张面孔。他们的母亲。他们的父亲。内斯。汉娜并不知道莉迪亚的全部遭遇——项链、路易莎、我只希望你记住——但她清楚，她姐姐的内心正在发生变化，她正站在一条远离地面、十分危险的狭窄岩架上，她在极力保持平衡。所以，汉娜一动不动地坐着，似乎一个错误的动作都有可能把莉迪亚推下岩架。莉迪亚呼出一口气，迅速吹熄了蜡烛。
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