The Sixth Tuesday

第六个星期二

We Talk About Emotions

我们聊了聊情绪

I walked past the mountain laurels and the Japanese maple, up the bluestone steps of Morrie’s house.

我穿过山桂树和日本槭树，登上莫瑞家门前的青石台阶。

The white rain gutter hung like a lid over the doorway.

白色的排水沟像一个盖子一样从门廊上垂下来。

I rang the bell and was greeted not by Connie but by Morrie’s wife, Charlotte, a beautiful gray-haired woman who spoke in a lilting voice.

我按响了门铃，但迎来的不是康妮的问候而是莫瑞的妻子，夏洛特，她是一个银发的漂亮女士，说话有着轻快的声音。

She was not often at home when I came by - she continued working at MIT, as Morrie wished - and I was surprised this morning to see her.

我来拜访的时候她并不是经常在家 - 就如莫瑞所希望的那样，她一直在麻省理工学院工作，所以今天早上见到她让我很惊讶。

“Morrie’s having a bit of a hard time today,” she said.

“莫瑞今天有点不好过，”她告诉我。

She stared over my shoulder for a moment, then moved toward the kitchen.

她的目光越过我的肩膀向前方注视了几秒，又很快转向厨房。

I'm sorry, I said.

很抱歉打扰了，我回答。

“No, no, he’ll be happy to see you,” she said quickly. “I’m sure... ”

“哪里哪里，他会很高兴见到你的，”她急促的回答。“这个我很肯定......”

She stopped in the middle of the sentence, turning her head slightly, listening for something.

话说了一半她又停下来，微微转了转头，听着什么声音。

Then she continued. “I’m sure . . . he’ll feel better when he knows you’re here.”

接着她又继续说。“我很肯定......知道你来了他会感觉好一些的。”

I lifted up the bags from the market - my normal food supply, I said jokingly - and she seemed to smile and fret at the same time.

我举起超市的袋子 - 我的日常食物供应又来啦，我开玩笑的说着 - 而夏洛特似乎微笑的同时皱了一下眉头。

“There’s already so much food. He hasn’t eaten any from last time.”

“这里已经有很多食物了。上次的他都没吃。”

This took me by surprise.

这出乎我的意料。

He hasn’t eaten any? I asked.

他一点都没吃？我不禁问道。

She opened the refrigerator and I saw familiar containers of chicken salad, vermicelli, vegetables, stuffed squash, all things I had brought for Morrie.

她打开冰箱，我看到了那个熟悉的装着鸡肉沙拉、意大利面、蔬菜、南瓜填饭的盒子，都是以前我给莫瑞带来的。

She opened the freezer and there was even more.

她打开了冷冻室，里面还有更多吃的没吃。

“Morrie can’t eat most of this food. It’s too hard for him to swallow. He