水果不用冰箱的保存方法

etakessmallbitesandchewsalongtime,butiamgladtoseehereat.shehaslosttoomuchweightinthepastthreemonths.

afterdinner,ibecomeafraidforiknowthebellhastolledthisevening.thesunhaslongsincesetandthethiefisabouttocome,andthereisnothingicandotostopit.soistareatherandwaitandlivealifetimeintheselastremainingmoments.

theclockticks.

nothing.

itakeherinmyarmsandweholdeachother.

nothing.

ifeelhertrembleandiwhisperinherear.

nothing.

itellherforthelasttimethiseveningthatiloveher.

andthethiefcomes.

italwaysamazesmehowquicklyithappens.evennow,afterallthistime.forassheholdsme,shebeginstoblinkrapidlyandshakeherhead.then,turningtowardsthecorneroftheroom,shestaresforalongtime,concernetchedonherface.

no!mymindscreams.notyet!notnow...notwhenwe'resoclose!nottonight!anynightbuttonight....please!ican'ttakeitagain!itisn'tfair..itisn'tfair...

butonceagain,itistonoavail.

"thosepeople,"shefinallysays,pointing,"arestaringatme.pleasemakethemstop."

thegnomes.apitrisesinmystomach,hardandfull.mymouthgoesdryandifeelmyheartpounding.itisover,iknow.this,theeveningconfusionthataffectsmywife,isthehardestpartofall.forwhenitcomes,sheisgone,andsometimesiwonderwhethersheandiwilleverloveagain.

"there'snoonethere,allie,"isay,tryingtofendofftheinevitable.

shedoesn'tbelieveme."they'restaringatme.youcan'tseethem?"

"no,"isay,andshethinksforamoment.

"well,they'rerightthere,"shesays,"andthey'restaringatme."

withthat,shebeginstotalktoherself,andmomentslater,whenitrytocomforther,sheflincheswithwideeyes.

"whoareyou?"shecriesinpanic,herfacebecomingwhiter."whatareyoudoinghere?"shebacksawayfromme,herhandsinadefensiveposition,andthenshesaysthemostheartbreakingwordsofall."goaway!stayawayfromme!"sheispushingthegnomesawayfromher,terrified,obliviousofmypresence.

istandandcrosstheroomtoherbed.iamweaknow,mylegsache,andthereisastrangepaininmyside.itisastruggletopressthebuttontocallthenurses,formyfingersarethrobbingandseemfrozentogether,butifinallysucceed.theywillbeheresoonnow,iknow,andiwaitforthem.

isitbythebedwithanachingbackandstarttocryasipickupthenotebook.iamtirednow,soisit,aloneandapartfrommywife.andwhenthenursescomeintheyseetwopeopletheymustcomfort.awomanshakinginfearandtheoldmanwholoveshermoredeeplythanlifeitselfcryingsoftlyinthecorner,hisfaceinhishands.

bythefollowingweek,mylifehadprettymuchreturnedtonormal.oratleastasnormalasmylifecouldbe.readingtoallie,whowasunabletorecognizemeatanytime,readingtoothers,wanderingthehalls.lyingawakeatnightandsittingbymyheaterinthemorning.ifoundastrangecomfortinthepredictabilityofmylife.

onacool,foggymorningeightdaysaftersheandihadspentourdaytogether,iwokeearly,asismycustom,andpotteredaroundmydesk,alternatelylookingatphotographsandreadingletterswrittenmanyyearsbefore.atleastitriedto.icouldn'tconcentratetoowellbecauseihadaheadache,soiputthemasideandwenttositinmychairbythewindowtowatchthesuncomeup.alliewouldbeawakeinacoupleofhours,iknew,andiwantedtoberefreshed,forreadingalldaywouldonlymakemyheadhurtmore.

iclosedmyeyesforafewminutesthen,openingthem,iwatchedmyoldfriend,thecreek,rollbymywindow.unlikeallieihadbeengivenaroomwhereicouldseeit,andithasneverfailedtoinspireme.itisacontradictionthiscreek—ahundredthousandyearsoldbutrenewedwitheachrainfall.itislife,ithink,towatchthewater.amancanlearnsomanythings.

ithappenedasisatinthechair,justasthesunpeepedoverthehorizon.myhand,inoticed,startedtotingle,somethingithadneverdonebefore.istartedtoliftit,butiwasforcedtostopwhenmyheadpoundedagain,thistimehard,almostasifihadbeenhitintheheadwithahammer.iclosedmyeyestightly.myhandstoppedtinglingandbegantogonumb,asifmynerveshadbeenseveredsomewhereonmylowerarm.ashootingpainrockedmyheadandseemedtoflowdownmyneckandintoeverycellofmybody,likeatidalwave,crushingandwastingeverythinginitspath.

ilostmysightandiheardwhatsoundedlikeatrainroaringinchesfrommyhead,andiknewthatiwashavingastroke.thepaincoursedthroughmybodylikealightningbolt,andinmylastremainingmomentsofconsciousnessipicturedallie,lyinginherbed,waitingforthestoryiwouldneverread,lostandconfused,completelyandtotallyunabletohelpherself.

iwasunconsciousonandofffordays,andinthosemomentswheniwasawakeifoundmyselfhookedtomachines,twobagsoffluidhangingnearthebed.icouldhearthefainthumofmachines,sometimesmakingsoundsicouldnotrecognize,andfoundmyselflulledtonever-neverlandtimeandtimeagain.

icouldseetheconcerninthedoctors'facesastheyscannedthechartsandadjustedthemachines.grimfaceswouldpreludetheirpredictions—"lossofspeech,lossofmovement,paralysis."anotherchartnotation,anotherbeepofastrangemachine,andthey'dleave,neverknowingiheardeveryword.itriednottothinkofthesethingsafterwards,butinsteadconcentratedonallie,bringingapictureofhertomymindwhenevericould.itr

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