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第11章 黄手帕（第2页）
"hesaidquietly，asifrememberingsomethinghehadtriedtoforget。
"Wantsomewine？
"shesaid。Hesmiledandtookaswig。Hethankedherandretreatedagainintohissilence。Afterawhile，shewentbacktotheothers，andVingonoddedinslee。
Inthemorning，theyawokeoutsideanotherHowardJohnsons，andthistimeVingowentin。Thegirlinsistedthathejointhem。Heseemedveryshy，andorderedblackcoffeeandsmokednervouslyastheyoungeolechatteredaboutsleeingonbeaches。Whentheyreturnedtothebus，thegirlsatwithVingoagain，andafterawhile，slowlyandainfully，hetoldhisstory。HehadbeeninjailinNewYorkfortheastfouryears，andnowhewasgoinghome。
"Areyoumarried？
"
"Idontknow。
"
"Youdontknow？
"shesaid。
"Well，whenIwasinthecanIwrotetomywife，
"hesaid，
"ItoldherthatIwasgoingtobeawayalongtime，andthatifshecouldntstandit，ifthekidsketaskingquestions，ifithurttoomuch，well，shecouldjustforgetme。Idunderstand。Getanewguy，Isaid—shesawonderfulwoman，reallysomething—andforgetaboutme。Itoldhershedidnthavetowriteme。Andshedidnt。Notforthreeandahalfyears。
"
"Andyouregoinghomenow，notknowing？
"
"Yeah，
"hesaidshyly，
"well，lastweek，whenIwassurethearolewascomingthrough，Iwroteheragain。WeusedtoliveinBrunswick，justbeforeJacksonville，andtheresabigoaktreejustasyoucomeintotown。Itoldherthatifshedtakemeback，sheshouldutayellowhandkerchiefinthetree，andIdgetoffandcomehome。Ifshedidntwantme，forgetit—nohandkerchiefandIdgoonthrough。
"
"Wow，
"thegirlsaid，
"wow。
"
Shetoldtheothers，andsoonallofthemwereinit，caughtuinthearoachofBrunswick，lookingattheictureVingoshowedthemofhiswifeandthreechildren—thewomanhandsomeinalainway，thechildrenstillunformedinthecracked，much-handledsnashots。
Nowtheywere20milesfromBrunswick，andtheyoungeoletookoverwindowseatsontherightside，waitingforthearoachofthegreatoaktree。Thebusacquiredadark，hushedmood，fullofthesilenceofabsenceandlostyears。Vingostoedlooking，tighteninghisfaceintotheex-consmask，asiffortifyinghimselfagainststillanotherdisaointment。
ThenBrunswickwastenmiles，andthenfive。Then，suddenly，alloftheyoungeolewereuoutoftheirseats，screamingandshoutingandcrying，doingsmalldancesofexultation。AllexcetVingo。
Vingosattherestunned，lookingattheoaktree。Itwascoveredwithyellowhandkerchiefs—20ofthem，30ofthem，maybehundreds，atreethatstoodlikeabannerofwelcomebillowinginthewind。Astheyoungeoleshouted，theoldconrosefromhisseatandmadehiswaytothefrontofthebustogohome。
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