to
carry
y
other
away…”(来载走我的母亲……)
先开口的是汤姆。
“you
know,
i
ed
to
detest
christas
ore
than
any
other
sean
of
the
year”(你知道,我曾经最讨厌圣诞节,比一年中任何一个节日都要讨厌。)
汤姆心不在焉地摇着高脚杯,目光遥远。金红色酒浆中漾起的漩涡越转越深,似隐匿着某种望不见底的深渊。
“at
the
orphana,
they
ceaselessly
reded
that
we
were
worthless,
unwanted
burdens—a
dra
on
the
vaable
reurces