This one started last year just before Christmas while listening to ¡§She¡¦s
Coming Home¡¨ and in my mind I suddenly saw a picture of Mark dancing through
a kitchen. I was watching ¡§Chariots of Chang-ku¡¨ a few days later and
the comment Princess makes about being in Tibet triggered the muses. In
the timeline, this is just before the beginning of the war with Spectra.
In this story, I prefer to think of the team as a bit older than they
originally were, nineteen and twenty, rather than sixteen and seventeen
(Keyop being the exception in this particular story). / ·íÅ¥ªº®ÉÔ¡A³o¤@Ó´N¦b¸t½Ï¸`¤§«e¥h¦~¶}©l¨ì
" ¦o¥¿¦b¦^®a" ¡A¦Ó¥B¦b§Úªº¤ß¤¤§Ú¬ðµM¸g¹L¤@Ó¼p©Ð¨£¨ì¤@±i°¨§J»RÁЪº·Ó¤ù¡C §Ú¥¿¦b¬Ý "±iªº¤G½ü¾Ô¨®-ku"
¤@¨Ç¤Ñ¤§«á¦Ó¥B·N¨£¤½¥DÃö©ó¦b¤Þ°_¨I«äªº¦èÂ䤻s³y¡C ¦b®É¶¡´Á¤¤¡A³o´N¦b¹ï§ÜÀWÃЪº¾Ôª§¶}©l¤§«e¡C ¦b³o¤@Ó¬G¨Æ¤¤¡A§Ú¥»¨Ó°¾·R¸ò¥L̤ñ°_¨Ó§â¤p²Õ·í°µ¤@ÂIÂI¸ê²`ªÌ¬O,¤Q¤E©M¤G¤Q,
¤£Ä@¤Q¤»©M¤Q¤C (¦b³oÓ¯S§Oªº¬G¨Æ¤¤§@¬°¨Ò¥~ªº Keyop).
I claim nothing, it all belongs to Tatsunoko and Sandy Frank. ¡§She¡¦s Coming
Home¡¨ by Trans-Siberian Orchestra, from ¡§Christmas Eve and Other Stories¡¨.
/ §Ú¤°»ò¤]¤£«ÅºÙ,¥¦¥þ³¡ÄÝ©ó Tatsunoko ©M®á}ªkÄõ§J¡C ±q "¸t½Ï©]©M¨ä¥Lªº¬G¨Æ" ÂÇµÛ Trans- ¦è§B§Q¨È¤HªººÞ©¶¼Ö¶¤
" ¦o¥¿¦b¦^®a" ¡C
It¡¦s pure fluff, doesn¡¦t warrant comment, just a warm fuzzy for the holidays.
Thanks go to Bobbi for beta feed! / ¥¦¬O¯Âºéªº³n¤ò,¤£«OÃÒ·N¨£, ¥u¬O°²¤éªº¤@Ó·Å·xªº¼Ò½k¡C ÁÂÁ¬°¨©¥¦¹}¾i¥h
Bobbi!
Allison Bailey Laronge, December 2000. / Allison ¥~Àð Laronge ¡A 2000 ¦~¤Q¤G¤ë.
CHRISTMAS HOMECOMING / ¸t½Ï¸`Âk°ê
Christmas Eve / ¸t½Ï©]
¡§She¡¦s coming home¡Kshe¡¦s coming home¡Kshe¡¦s coming home this Christmas
Day!¡¨ Mark fairly danced into the kitchen, oblivious to those sitting
at the counter. Pulling open the refrigerator door, he grabbed a soda,
opened it and took a sip. Closing the door, he continued his dance out
of the kitchen, still singing. / "¦o¥¿¦b¦^®a¦o¥¿¦b¦^®a¦o¥¿¦b³o¸t½Ï¸`¦^®aªº¡K¡K!"°¨§J¶i¤J¼p©Ð¤§¤º¤½¥¦a¸õ»R,
©ö§Ñªº¨ì§¤¦bÂd¥x«eªº¨º¨Ç¡C ©Ô¶}©ñªº¹q¦B½cªù,¥L§ì¨ú¤FĬ¥´, ¥´¶}¤F¥¦¦Ó¥B±a¤F°ã¶¼¡C Ãö¤Wªù,¥L±q¼p©Ð , µM¦Óºq°ÛÄ~Äò¤F¥Lªº¸õ»R¡C
Howls of laughter followed his exit. / ¯ºªº§pÁn¨Ì·Ó¤F¥Lªº¥X¤f¡C
Still holding his spoonful of soup in mid air, Tiny stared in amazement.
¡§What the hell was that?¡¨ / ¤´µM´¤¦í¤¤¶¡ªºªÅ®ð¥L´öªº¤@°Í, ·¥¤pªºÅå³Y¦aª`µø¡C " ¤°»ò¬O¨º?¡¨
¡§I think it was a lovesick Romeo whose Juliet is coming home tonight.¡¨
Jason snickered, burying his face in his hands. / "§Ú»{¬°¥¦¬O¤@Ó®`¬Û«ä¯fªº¨k¦¡«K¾c
, ¦¶ÄR¸¥¿¦b¤µ±ß¦^®a¡C"³Ç¥Í¦Y¦Y¦a¯º, ®I¥Lªº¤â¥LÁy¡C
¡§I can¡¦t wait!¡¨ Keyop started bouncing up and down in his chair, scattering
Fritos with his enthusiastic arm waving. ¡§Princess is coming home!¡¨ /
"§Ú¤£¯àµ¥Ô!"Keyop ¶}©l¦b¥Lªº´È¤l¤¤¤W¤U¦a¤Ï¼u¡A¥Î¥L¨g¼öªº¤âÁu´§»R´²§G Fritos ¡C "¤½¥D¥¿¦b¦^®a!¡¨
¡§Down boy.¡¨ Jason admonished with a grin. ¡§We¡¦re all happy she¡¦s coming
home, but I don¡¦t think even you missed her as much as Mark did.¡¨ / "åP¸¨¨k«Ä¡C"³Ç¥Í¥HÅS¾¦¯ºÄU§i¡C
"§ÚÌ¥þ³¡§Ö¼Ö¦o¥¿¦b¦^®a¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¤£¬Æ¦Ü·Q§A¹³°¨§J°µ¤@¼Ëªº¦h·Q©À¦o¡C¡¨
Princess had been gone for six months, living in Tibet and studying meditation.
Of them all, Keyop had had the hardest time adjusting to her being gone.
There had been the occasional phone calls and letters, but for the ten-year-old,
the separation had been the worst time of his life. Getting a flight home
on what was fast becoming the coldest Christmas Eve in years had taken
some rather creative plane scheduling and some wrangling by Chief Anderson
to get approval for the exorbitant cost of the first class tickets. /
¤½¥D¤w¸g¤£¨£¤F¹F¤»Ó¤ë¤§¤[,¦í¦b¦èÂæӥB¬ã¨s¨I«ä¡C ¥LÌ¥þ³¡¡A Keyop ¤w¸g¦³¹ï¤£¨£¤Fªº¦o¦s¦b½Õ¾ãªºWÀY¡C ¤w¸g¦³°¸µMªº¹q¸Ü¦Ó¥B¼g¤W,n¤£¬O¤Q·³,¤ÀÂ÷¤w¸g¬O³ÌÃaªº®É¶¡¥L¥Í¬¡¡C
±o¨ì®a³Q¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¦b¬O¦h¦~¨ÓÅܦ¨³Ì´H§Nªº¸t½Ï©]ªºÂN§ÙªF¦è¤§¤W¤w¸g±a¤@¨Ç¬Û·í¦³³Ð³y¤Oªº¸¾÷p¹º¦w±Æ©M¤@¨Çª§½×¬°ÀYµ¥¿µ¾÷²¼ªº¹L«×¶O¥Î¦³ÃÙ¦¨ªº¤@¦¸¸¦æ¡C
¡§Clean up your mess, kid.¡¨ Jason pointed to the Fritos littering the table
and stood, taking his lunch dishes to the kitchen. Tiny joined him and
together they cleaned up the kitchen while Keyop turned his Fritos into
mini footballs, flicking them at his older brothers and cheering at mock
field goals. / "²M±½§AªºÂø¶Ã¡A¤p«Ä¡C"³Ç¥Í«ü¦V Fritos ¶Ã¥á©U§£®à¤l¦Ó¥B¯¸µÛ,§â¥Lªº¤ÈÀ\½L¤l±a¨ì¼p©Ð¡C
·¥¤pªº°Ñ¥[¤F¥L¦Ó¥B·í Keyop ±N¥Lªº Fritos Åܦ¨°g§A¨¬²yªº®ÉÔ¡A¤@°_¥L̲M±½¼p©Ð, ¦b¥L¸û¦~ªøªº¥S§Ì»´¼u¥LÌ©M¦b°²ªº®gªù¹ª»R¡C
John Anderson came into the kitchen, barely dodging one well-aimed Frito
while snatching another one out of the air. ¡§Have any of you seen Mark?¡¨
His question was answered with laughter. / ¬ù¿«¦w¼w»¹¶i¤J¼p©Ð, ´X¥GÁ׶}¹ï·Ç¥Ø¼Ð¨}¦nªº Frito
·í±qªÅ®ð¹Ü¨ú¥t¥~ªº®ÉÔ¡C "§A¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó¨£¨ì°¨§J¤F¶Ü?"¥Lªº°ÝÃD»P¯º¤@°_¦^µª¡C
¡§Check the garage, that¡¦s the direction he went dancing.¡¨ Tiny finally
offered. / "Àˬd¨®®w,¨º¬O¥L¥h¤F»RÁЪº¤è¦V¡C" ·¥¤pªº³Ì«á´£¨Ñ¡C
¡§Dancing?¡¨ John raised an eyebrow. ¡§Never mind, I don¡¦t really want to
know.¡¨ Tossing the Frito back to Keyop, he started towards the living
room, pulling on his heavy wool coat as he walked. ¡§Tiny, will you and
Jason make sure the house is straightened up enough to allow our party
guests to think that we¡¦re civilized and haven¡¦t reverted to a barbaric
state of living?¡¨ / "¸õ»R?"¬ù¿«¤É°_¤F¤@¹D¬Ü¤ò¡C "¤£¥²¤¶·N,§Ú¤£¯uªº·Qnª¾¹D¡C"
§â Frito §ëÂY¦^ Keyop, ¥L¦V«ÈÆU¶}©l, ¦b¥L«ªº¦Ï¤ò¥~®M¤W©Ô·í¥L¨«¡C "·¥¤pªº,§A©M³Ç¥Í±N½T©w©Ð¤l¦b¥R¨¬¤W±³Q§Ëª½¤¹³\§Ú̪ºÄҫȤH»{¬°§Ú̬O¤å©úªº¨Ã¥B¨S¦³«ì´_¨ì¥Í¬¡ªº³¥ÆZª¬ºA?¡¨
¡§Sure,¡¨ Tiny looked at Jason. ¡§You want to vacuum or should I?¡¨ / "·íµM",
·¥¤pªº¬Ý³Ç¥Í¡C " §A·Qn¥Î§l¹Ð¾¹¥´±½©ÎÀ³¸Ó§Ú?¡¨
¡§Me, vacuum?¡¨ Jason put his plate into the dishwasher. ¡§I¡¦d ruin my rep.¡¨
/ "§Ú,¥Î§l¹Ð¾¹¥´±½?"³Ç¥Í§â¥LªººÐ¤l©ñ¤J¬~¸J¾÷¡C "§Ú±N·´·À§Úªº rep ¡C¡¨
Tiny grinned. ¡§Thought so.¡¨ / ·¥¤pªºÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C "³o»ò·Q¡C¡¨
¡§And Keyop, your sole purpose today is to clean your room. I don¡¦t want
Princess thinking we allowed you to keep it looking like the pig sty it
currently is, the entire time she was gone.¡¨ / " ¦Ó¥B Keyop,§A¤µ¤Ñ¬O²M²z§Aªº©Ð¶¡°ß¤@ªº¥Øªº¡C
§Ú¤£·Qn¤½¥D«ä¦Ò§Ṳ́¹³\¤F§AÅý¥¦¹³½Þ¬ÝµÛ²{¦b¦í¶i½ÞÄæùØ¥¦¬O,¦o¤£¨£¤Fªº¾ãӮɶ¡¡C¡¨
¡§Ah, Chief. I worked hard to get it to look that way!¡¨ Keyop pouted. /
"°Ú,»â³S¡C §Ú§V¤O¦a¤u§@±o¨ì¥¦¨º¼Ë¬Ý!"Keyop äþ¼L¡C
¡§I know, that¡¦s what scares me.¡¨ John fished his keys out of his coat
pocket. ¡§Princess¡¦s plane comes in at six and I¡¦m going to take her to
headquarters so she can freshen up before having to face a house full
of people. We should be back here by eight. Most of the guests will start
arriving around seven thirty, so I expect you four to be on your best
behavior. Any reports of inappropriate acts or language will get you the
dungeon. And if you thought the Inquisitions were bad, just wait until
you see what torture I have planned.¡¨ The words were said with love, but
laced with enough stern warning that they got the hint. ¡§Understand?¡¨
/ "§Úª¾¹D,¨º¬OÅåÀ~§ÚªºªF¦è¡C"¬ù¿«±q¥Lªº¥~®M¤f³U³¨¤F¥LªºÆ_°Í¡C "¤½¥Dªº¸¾÷¦b¤»ÂIÄÁ¶i¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú±Nn±a¦o¨ìÁ`³¡¡A¦p¦¹¦o¯à¦b¥²¶·±¹ï¤@´É¥Rº¡¤Hªº©Ð¤l¤§«e®Þ¬~¤@µf¡C
§ÚÌÀ³¸Ó¤KÂI¤§«e¬O«á±ªº³o¸Ì¡C ¤j³¡¥÷ªº«È¤H±N¶}©l¦b¤T¤Q¤Cªº©P³ò¨ì¹F¡A¦]¦¹¡A§Ú´Á«Ý§A¥|¦w¤À¦u¤v¡C ¥ô¦ó¤£¾A·í¦æ¬°ªº³ø§i©Î»y¨¥±N®³¦a¨cµ¹§A¡C
¦Ó¥B¦pªG§AÌ»{¬°¡A½Õ¬d¬OÃa¤S¥¿ª½ªºµ¥Ô¡Aª½¨ì§A¨£¨ì§Ú¤w¸gpµeªº«þ°ÝªF¦è¡C"¦r»P·R¤@°_»¡, ¦ý¬O¥H¥R¨¬ªºÄY¼Fĵ§iµ²±a¤l¥Ḻo¨ì¤F·t¥Ü¡C
"¤F¸Ñ?¡¨
¡§Yes, sir.¡¨ They chorused. / "¬Oªº,¥ý¥Í¡C" ¥LÌ chorused¡C
John looked them over, not taken in by their innocent expressions. Too
many years of experience had taught him that. ¡§Why do I have the feeling
something is going to happen?¡¨ Shaking his head, he opened the front door.
¡§If you need me, I¡¦ll be at the office for a few hours before going to
the airport. Call me on the cell after that.¡¨ / ¬ù¿«µ²§ô¬Ý¤F¥LÌ, ¤£³Q¥L̵L¸oªºªí¹F±µ¨ü¡C
¤Ó¦h¼Æ¦~ªº¸gÅç¤w¸g±Ð¥L¨º¡C "§Ú¬°¤°»ò¦³¬Y¨Æ¥¿¦bµo¥Íªº·Pı?"·nÀY, ¥L¥´¶}¤F«eªù¡C "¦pªG§A»Ýn§Ú,§Ú¼ÆÓ¤p®É¦b¥h¾÷³õ¤§«e±N¦b¿ì¤½«Ç¡C
¦b¨º«áªº²ÓM¤W¥´¹q¸Üµ¹§Ú¡C¡¨
¡§Bye Chief!¡¨ Keyop called as the door closed. / " ¦A¨£»â³S!"·íªùÃö³¬ªº®ÉÔ¡A
Keyop ©I¥s¡C
Mark came dancing back through the kitchen, this time sparing his audience
the sound of his melodious voice and entertaining them with humming instead.
/ °¨§J¸g¹L¼p©Ð¦V«á¦a¨Ó»RÁÐ, ³o¦¸¼e®¤¥L±Û«ß¬ü§®ªºÁnµ¥LÅ¥²³Ánµ©M´r§Öªº¥L̥ѩó§ï¬°¶ä¶ä¥s¡C
Jason¡¦s face lit up with a grin that would have rivaled the Cheshire Cat.
/ ³Ç¥ÍªºÁyµo«G¦b¥Ñ©ó±N¦³ rivaled ®ã°p¿ßªºÅS¾¦¯º¤W±¡C
Tiny saw it and couldn¡¦t help but grin slyly in return. ¡§What, man? Spit
it out. The suspense is killing me.¡¨ / ·¥¤pªº¿÷¤l¥¦¦Ó¥BµLªk¤£¬¾·âªºÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º§@¬°¦^³ø¡C "¤°»ò,¬°?°t³Æ¤H¤â
³è¦R¥X¥¦¡C ÄaºÃ¥¿¦b±þ®`§Ú¡C¡¨
¡§Oh, I just thought of the most exquisite torture.¡¨ Motioning for Keyop
to join them, they huddled like football players as Jason started outlining
his plan. / "®@,§Úèè·Q¨ì³Ìºë½oªº«þ°Ý¡C"¹B°ÊÅý Keyop °Ñ¥[¥LÌ,·í³Ç¥Í¶}©l·§²¤»¡©ú¥Lªºp¹º®ÉÔ¡A¥ḺÀÀ½¤F¬Û¦üªº¨¬²y¹B°Êû¡C
__________
In his euphoric state, Jason and Tiny found that they could get Mark to
do anything they asked. / ¦b¥LªY§Ö¯gªº¦{¡A³Ç¥Í¤¤©M·¥¤pªºµo²{¥LÌ¥i¥Hª§¨ú°µ¥L̰ݪº¥ô¦ó¨Æªº°¨§J¡C
¡§I think he¡¦s gone over the living room at least three times. Probably
even vacuumed the padding clean.¡¨ Jason remarked, watching as Mark started
to go over the living room carpet again. ¡§Anderson definitely won¡¦t be
able to say that the carpet isn¡¦t vacuumed.¡¨ / "§Ú»{¬°¥L¤w¸g¸Ô²ÓÀˬd«ÈÆU¦Ü¤Ö¤T¦¸¡C
¥i¯à¬Æ¦Ü¥Î§l¹Ð¾¹¥´±½¤F¹Ô¥R°®²bªº¡C"³Ç¥Íµû½×, ¬Ý·í°¨§J¦A¤@¦¸¶}©l¸Ô²Ó¹î¬Ý«ÈÆU¦a´à¡C "¦w¼w»¹¤@©w±NµLªk»¡¦a´à¤£³Q¥Î§l¹Ð¾¹¥´±½¡C¡¨
Tiny nodded. ¡§With the way he is right now, I¡¦ll bet we could even get
him to mop.¡¨ / ·¥¤pªºÂIÀY¡C " ÂǥѤèªk¥L¥ß¨è , §Ú±N¥´½ä§ÚÌ¥i¥H¬Æ¦Ü±o¨ì¥L¥Î©ì§â¬~À¿¡C¡¨
¡§Wanna try?¡¨ / "·Qn¸Õ?¡¨
They advanced on their unsuspecting brother. / ¥LÌ´Â¥L̵LÃhºÃªº¥S§Ì¶i§ð¡C
__________
By seven, the house was sparkling. Keyop had straightened his room and
even braved the cold weather to hang a homemade ¡¥Welcome Back¡¦ banner
from the garland that decorated the pillars and railing on the front porch.
Jason dealt with the caterer and oversaw the set up of the food, Tiny
attacked the second floor, putting their rooms into some semblance of
normalcy and Mark finished moping and straightening the first floor. /
¤CÂI¤§«e¡A©Ð¤l¥¿¦b°{Ã{¡C Keyop ¤w¸g§Ëª½¥Lªº©Ð¶¡¨Ã¥B¬Æ¦Ü«_µÛ¤F´H§Nªº¤Ñ®ðÄa±¾¦Û»sªº¡¥ÅwªïI±'¨Ó¦Û¸Ë¹¢¤F¦b«e±ªºªù´Y¤Wªº¬W¤l©M§ß¤âªºªáÀôºX¼m¡C
³Ç¥Í³B²z³Æ¿ì¹ª«ªÌ¦Ó¥BºÊ·þ¤F²Õ¦b¹ª«¤W±, ·¥¤pªº§ðÀ»¤F¤G¼Ó, §â¥L̪º©Ð¶¡©ñ¤J¤@¨Ç±`ºA©M³Q¥Î©ì§â¬~À¿§¹ªº°¨§J©MÁBª½¤@¼Óªº¥~Æ[¡C
Keyop came running down the stairs in his best suit. ¡§Do I hafta wear
this thing?¡¨ He waved the Peanuts Christmas tie that Princess had bought
him the year before. / Keyop ¦b¥Lªº³Ì¦n¦a¨Ó¶]¤U¨Ó¼Ó±è¶D³^¡C "°µ§Ú hafta ¬ïµÛ³o¤@¥ó¨Æª«?"¥L´§»R¤Fªá¥Í¨º¤@¦ì¤½¥D¦b¦~¥H«e¤w¸g¶R¥Lªº¸t½Ï¸`»â±a¡C
¡§Yes.¡¨ Tiny knelt in front of the boy and straightened his suit coat.
/ "¬Oªº¡C" ¦b¨k«Ä¤§«eªº·¥¤p knelt ¦Ó¥B§Ëª½¥Lªº¶D³^¥~®M¡C
¡§But you¡¦re not.¡¨ Keyop pointed to Tiny¡¦s collarless shirt. / "¦ý¬O§A¤£¬O¡C"Keyop
«ü¦V·¥¤pªºµL¦ç»âªºÅ¨m¡C
¡§Because we¡¦re the smart ones and don¡¦t follow fashion.¡¨ Jason yelled
from the kitchen. ¡§Being trussed up like a Christmas goose is bad enough,
don¡¦t ask me to wear a tie, too.¡¨ / "¦]¬°§Ú̬OÁo©úªº¤@¨Ç¨Ã¥B¤£¨Ì·Ó¬y¦æ¡C"³Ç¥Í±q¼p©Ð¤j¥s¡C
" ¦b¦PÃþ¤W±³Q®¹¤@°¦¸t½Ï¸`ÃZ¤]°÷Ãaªº,¤£n¨D§Ú¬ïµÛ»â±a¡C¡¨
Tiny lightly swatted the youngster on the back. ¡§Go find Mark. He knows
how to tie a noose better than we do.¡¨ / ·¥¤pªº»´»´¥Î¤O¥´¤U¥h¤F¦bI±¤Wªº¦~«C¤H¡C "¥hµo²{°¨§J¡C
¥Lª¾¹D¡A¸Ó¦p¦óô¤ñ§Ú̦nªº¤@Ó®M¯Á°µ¡C¡¨
¡§Maaaaark!¡¨ Keyop ran back upstairs, tie trailing behind like a comet¡¦s
tail. / "Maaaaark!"Keyop ¦b¼Ó¤W¦V«á¦a¶], ¦b¦PÃþ«á±°lÂܤ@Áû¼z¬Pªº»â±a¬O¦b«á±ªº¡C
¡§Zero hour.¡¨ Tiny announced as he entered the kitchen and breathed deeply.
¡§Oh man, what smells so good?¡¨ / " µo®g¶}©l®É¨è¡C" ·¥¤pªº·í¥L²`²`¦a¶i¤J¤F¼p©Ð¦Ó¥B©I§l¡A«Å§G¡C
" ®@¨k¤H, ¤°»ò»D°_¨Ó¦p¦¹¦n?¡¨
¡§Just a little something for us to eat later on tonight.¡¨ Donning oven
mitts, Jason opened the oven door and removed their favorite desert. ¡§After
seeing all the fancy stuff Anderson ordered for the party, I just had
to make something a bit more our speed and taste.¡¨ / " ¶È¶Èµy·LªF¦è¬°§Ú̵y«á¦b¤µ±ß¦Y¡C"µÛ¯N½c´Î²y¤â®M,³Ç¥Í¥´¶}¤F¯N½cªù¦Ó¥B²¾¨«¤F¥L̪º³ßÅw¨Æª«¨Fºz¡C
"¦b¨£¨ì¦w¼w»¹¬°ÄÒÂIªº©Ò¦³·Q¹³ªº¨Æ±¡¤§«á¡A§Ú¶È¶È¥²¶·¨Ï¬Y¨Æ¦¨¬°¤@ÂIÂI§ó¦h§Ú̪º³t«×©M«~À|¡C¡¨
¡§You made Mud Cake?¡¨ Tiny rubbed his stomach in anticipation of the ultimate
chocolate temptation. ¡§Jason, I think I love you.¡¨ / "§A»s³y¤Fªd³J¿|?"
·¥¤pªº¹w®Æ·|¦³²×·¥ªº¥©§J¤O»¤´b¦ÓÀ¿¤F¥LªºG¡C "³Ç¥Í,§Ú»{¬°§Ú·R§A¡C¡¨
¡§Yeah, well just don¡¦t go public with your affection. I don¡¦t want to
ruin any chances I might have tonight.¡¨ / "¬Oªº,«Ü¦n¦a´N¬O¥H§Aªº·R¤£¤½¶}µo°âªÑ²¼¡C §Ú¤£·Qn·´·À§Ú¤µ±ß¥i¯à¦³ªº¥ô¦ó¾÷·|¡C¡¨
¡§And do I take that to mean that the lovely Andrea is coming tonight?¡¨
The doorbell rang. ¡§The guests arrive. Party time!¡¨ Tiny slipped out,
escaping Jason¡¦s wrath. / "¦Ó¥B§Ú±a¨º·N¿×¥i·Rªº¦w¼w¨½¨È¥¿¦b¤µ±ß¨Ó¶Ü?"ªù¹a»ïÅT¡C "«È¤H¨ì¹F¡C
ÄҮɶ¡!" ·¥¤pªº·ÆË¥X,°k²æ³Ç¥Íªº¼««ã¡C
__________
Jason faked another smile and exchanged pleasantries with some of the
guests. ¡§Where are they? It¡¦s eight-thirty.¡¨ He asked as Tiny walked by,
bearing a bowl of meatballs. / ³Ç¥Í°²³y¤F¥t¤@Ó·L¯º¦Ó¥B¥Î¤@¨Ç«È¤H¥æ´«¸Ù¿Ó¡C "¥L̦bþ¸Ì? ¥¦¬O¤K
- ¤T¤Q¡C" ¥L°Ý·í°µ·¥¤pªº¨«³Q,¥Í¤@¸J¦×Ä{¡C
¡§They¡¦ll be here.¡¨ Tiny looked over the crowd of guests. ¡§I think you¡¦re
really asking where Andrea is.¡¨ / "¥ḺN¦b³o¸Ì¡C" ·¥¤pªºÂsÄý¤@¤j¸s«È¤H¡C "§Ú»{¬°§A¥¿¦b¯uªº°Ý¦w¼w¨½¨È¦bþ¸Ì¡C¡¨
¡§Harper-¡§ Jason warned, but a smile crept in. / "¼u«µ½Ýµ^ -" ³Qĵ§iªº³Ç¥Í
, ¦ý¬O¤@Ó³Qª¦ªº·L¯º¦b¡C
¡§Thought so.¡¨ Tiny continued on his path to the food table, replaced the
dwindling meatballs and returned to Jason¡¦s side. / "³o»ò·Q¡C" ·¥¤pªºÄ~Äò¹ï¹ª«®à¤lªº¥L¸ô®|,
´À´«¤F´î¤Ö¦×Ä{¦Ó¥B¦^¨ì³Ç¥Íªº¨Ãä¡C
¡§Princess!¡¨ Keyop¡¦s screech cut off all conversation and the boy shot
through the crowd like an arrow. Plowing into his sister, he threw his
arms around her waist and clung to her like a vine. / "¤½¥D!"Keyop's
ªº¦yÁn³Û¥s¤ÁÂ_©Ò¦³ªº¥æ½Í¡A¦Ó¥B¸g¹L¸s²³³Q®gÀ»ªº¨k«Ä³ßÅw¤@¤ä½b¡C ¶i¤J¥Lªº©n©f¤§¤º¥Î²p¯Ñ¥Ð,¥L¦b¦oªº¸y³¡©P³ò¥á¥Lªº¤âÁu¨Ã¥BÂHªþ©ó¦oªº¦PÃþ¤@ÓÃáC
¡§Thank God.¡¨ Jason commented. ¡§Another twenty minutes and I was going
to start strangling some guests.¡¨ / "ÁÂÁ¤W«Ò¡C"³Ç¥Í§åµû¡C "¥t¥~¤G¤Q¤ÀÄÁ©M§Ú±Nn¶}©l°Ç¦º¤@¨Ç«È¤H¡C¡¨
Tiny spotted Mark moving towards the new arrivals and elbowed Jason. ¡§Shall
we?¡¨ / ¦V·s²¾¥Á²¾°Ê¦Ó¥B¥Î¤â¨y±À¶}³Ç¥Íªº·¥¤p¦³´³ÂIªº°¨§J¡C " ±N§ÚÌ?¡¨
¡§Yes, let¡¦s.¡¨ He answered lightly. / "¬Oªº,Åý§ÚÌ¡C"¥L»´»´ªº¦^µª¡C
¡§Princess!¡¨ Imitating Keyop, they ran across the room, beating Mark to
his intended destination. / "¤½¥D!" ¼Ò¥é Keyop, ¥L̶]¶V¹L©Ð¶¡,ÃøË°¨§J¨ì¥L¦³·Nªº¥Øªº¦a¡C
Mark¡¦s frustration grew as the evening wore on. Every time they tried
to get near Princess, someone always intervened. Jason and Tiny would
pull her away to dance, Keyop would clamor for her attention, or the three
of them would gang up on him specifically. It even seemed that some of
the younger staff members were doing their best at trying to keep him
occupied with meaningless conversation. He felt sure that if it weren¡¦t
so cold outside, they would have dragged away from the party altogether.
/ ·í±ß¤W¬ïµÛªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§Jªº®À§é¦¨ªø¦b¤§¤W¡C ¨C¤@¦¸¥L̸յۨì¹F¦b¤½¥D,Á`¬O³Q¤z¯Aªº¬Y¤Hªþªñ¡C ³Ç¥Í©M·¥¤pªº±N©Ô¦oÂ÷¶}¸õ»R,Keyop ±N±j¯Pn¨D¦oªºª`·N,©Î¥L̤¤ªº¤TÓ±N©ú½T¦a¦X¹Ù¹ï¥I¥L¡C
¥¦¬Æ¦Ü¦ü¥G¤@¨Ç¸û¦~»´ªºÂ¾û¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¥HµL·N¸qªº¥æ½Í¨Ï¥L³Q¦û»âºÉ¥þ¤O¡C ¥Lı±o½T«H¡A¦pªG¥¦¤£¬O¦p¦¹´H§N¥~±,¥LÌ´N·|¥þ³¡©ì©Ô»·Â÷ÄÒ¤F¡C
Escaping the latest attempt, Mark excused himself from the group of technicians
that were attempting to commandeer his attention and hid himself in the
darkness of the library¡¦s doorway. Content with his hidden vantagepoint,
Mark watched as Princess looked around the room. Looking for me, love?
He smiled. Don¡¦t worry, I haven¡¦t gone far. / °k²æ³Ì·s¹Á¸Õ,°¨§J©Úµ´¸s¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¦b¹Ï®ÑÀ]ªºªù¤f¶Â·t¤è±¼x¶Ò¥Lªºª`·N¦Ó¥BÂäF¥L¦Û¤vªº§Þ³N¤Hû¡C
¥H¥LÁôÂêº vantagepoint º¡¨¬,·í¤½¥D¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý©Ð¶¡ªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J¬Ý¡C §ä´M§Ú,·R? ¥L·L¯º¡C ¤£n·Ð´o,§Ú¨S¦³»»»·¦a¥h¡C
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Despite her long trip home, Princess played the part of the hostess, gracious
and attentive to everyone she spoke with. Hiding her exhaustion, she mingled
with the crowd, allowed Jason and Tiny to pull her away for some dancing
and paid special attention to Keyop. Throughout it all, she couldn¡¦t help
but notice Mark¡¦s absence. / ¾¨ºÞ¦o´÷±æ®È¦æ¦^®a,¤½¥Dª±¤F¤k¥D¤Hªº³¡¥÷, ¿Ë¤Áªº©Mª`·Nªº¹ï¨CÓ¤H¦o»¡¥Ñ©ó¡C Âæoªº¯h¾Î,
¦o©M¸s²³²V¦X, ¤¹³\¤F³Ç¥Í©M·¥¤pªº¹ï©ó¤@¨Ç»RÁЩԦoÂ÷¶}¨Ã¥B¹ï Keyop µ¹¤©¯S§Oªºª`·N¡C ¹M¤Î¥¦¥þ³¡¡A¦oµLªk¤£ª`·N°¨§Jªº¯Ê®u¡C
*I wonder if he missed me.* She had spotted him a couple of times, but
was never able to get close enough to speak with him. *Maybe he found
someone else while I was gone.* She vainly searched the crowd for him
once more. / *¬O§_¥L·Q©À§Ú¡A§ÚÃhºÃ¡C*¦o¤w¸g¬Ý¨£¥L¤@¨Ç®É¥N, ¦ý¬O±q¤£¯à°÷±µªñ¦a¨¬°÷±o¨ì©M¥L»¡¡C *·í§Ú¤£¨£¤Fªº®ÉÔ¡A¤]³\¥Lµo²{¨ä¥L¤H¡C*¦oªPµMªº¦A¤@¦¸¬°¥L·j´M¤F¸s²³¡C
Accepting a glass of Champagne from John, she listened as he made his
yearly party speech and raised her glass in a toast to Christmas. She
couldn¡¦t help but look around the room as she drank, hunting for a missing
face that she desperately wanted to see. / ±µ¨ü¨Ó¦Û¬ù¿«ªº¤@ªM»Âb°s,·í¥Lµoªí¤F¥L¨C¦~ªºÄÒºtÁ¿¦Ó¥B¤É°_¤F¹ï¸t½Ï¸`ªº¦b¤@¤ù¤g¥qÄÑ¥]ªº¦o¬Á¼þªº®ÉÔ¡A¦oÅ¥¡C
·í¦o³Üªº®ÉÔ¡A¦oµLªk¤£¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý©Ð¶¡,¬°¤@Ó¤£¨£ªºÁyÂ\°Ê¦o±j¯P¦a·Qn¨£¨ì¡C
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3:00 a.m. / ¦¤W 3:00
Christmas Morning / ¸t½Ï¸`¦±á
Yawning, Princess shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes against
even the slight illumination of the night-light. Opening the refrigerator,
she pulled out the milk and vainly tried to be quiet as she pulled a small
pan from the cabinet by the stove. Pouring the milk into the pan that,
she turned on the burner, yawned once more and moved towards the pantry.
Searching the shelves, she finally found the cocoa buried in the back
on the top shelf. Opening it, she eyed its meager contents. ¡§Thanks, Jase.¡¨
She glanced at the remains of the decadent chocolate treat, now secured
under a layer of aluminum foil and decided that the treat more than outweighed
the lack of a full cup of cocoa. ¡§You are so lucky you made that desert,
boyo. After spending six months without chocolate, you¡¦d be going to the
all night grocery right about now.¡¨ / ¥´«¢¤í,¤½¥D¶i¤J¼p©Ð¤§¤º©ì¦²,À¿¹ï§Ü¬Æ¦Ü©]±ßªº·L¤p·Ó©úªº¦o²´·ú-¥ú¡C
¥´¶}¹q¦B½c,·í¦o©Ô¤F¤õÄlªº¨Ó¦Û¤º»Õªº¤@Ó¤pªº¥Áç®ÉÔ¡A¦o©Ô¥X¤û¥¤¨Ã¥BªPµMªº¸ÕµÛ¬O¦wÀRªº¡C ˤû¥¤¶i¥Á礧¤º,¦o¥´¶}¤õÄl,¦A¤@¦¸¥´«¢¤í¦Ó¥B¦VÀ\¨ã«Ç²¾°Ê¡C
´M§ä¬[,¦o³Ì«áµo²{¦b¦b³»¦yªº¬[¤WI±¤¤³Q®I¸®ªº¥i¥i¯»¡C ¥´¶}¥¦,²´ªº¥¦³h¥Fªº¤º®e¦o¡C "ÁÂÁ¡A Jase¡C" ¦oª`µø°I·Lªº¥©§J¤O®bÅWªº¿òÀe,
²{¦b¦b¾Tºäªº¼h¤§¤U«OÅ@¦Ó¥B¨M©w®bÅW¶W¹L¤ñ¯Ê¥F¤@ªM§¹¾ã¥i¥i¯»¬°«¤F¡C "§A¬O¦p¦¹ªº©¯¹B§A»s³y¥HP©ó¨Fºz¡A boyo ¡C ¦b«×¹L¨S¦³¥©§J¤Oªº¤»Ó¤ë¤§«á¡A§A±N¤j¬ù²{¦b¥¿½T¦a¥h¨º¾ã©]±ß¹«~Âø³f¡C¡¨
When the milk was ready, she stirred what was left of the cocoa into her
mug and cleaned up. She was halfway across the living room when faint
Christmas music reached her and she noticed dim light coming from under
the library¡¦s double doors. Sliding one door open a bit, she peeked in,
half expecting to see her younger brother eating another piece of chocolate
or tearing open his presents. ¡§Keyop?¡¨ The room was empty, lit only by
the glow of the Christmas tree lights. / ·í¤û¥¤·Ç³Æ¦nªº®ÉÔ,¦o¿E°_¤F³Q¶i¤J¦oªºÁy¤§¤º¥i¥i¯»¯d¤U¨Ã¥B²M±½ªºªF¦è¡C
¦o¬O¤¤³~ªº¾î¹L«ÈÆU·í©ü³Ö¸t½Ï¸`µ¼ÖÁpµ¸¤F¦o¡A¦Ó¥B¦o±q¦b¹Ï®ÑÀ]ªº¨âÃä¶}ªºªù¤§¤Uª`·N°_¨Ó·t²Hªº°_¨Ó»´ªº¨ÓÁ{¡C ·Æ¨C¤@ÂIÂIªù¤½¶}¡A¦o°½¬Ý¦b,´Á«Ý¨£¦oªº¦Y¥©§J¤O©Î¼¹µõªº¤½¶}¥t¶ô¥LªºÂ§ª«§Ì§Ìªº¤@¥b¡C
"Keyop?" ©Ð¶¡¬OªÅªº, ³Q¸t½Ï¾ð¥úªº¨ª¼ö¥u¦³µo«G¡C
¡§Care to dance?¡¨ Mark stepped out from behind the tree. / "Ä@·N¸õ»R?"
°¨§J©ñ¤j¨B¥ï¨«±q¦b¾ð«á±¡C
Princess smiled and looked down at her green robe and slippers. ¡§I really
don¡¦t think I¡¦m dressed appropriately.¡¨ / ¤½¥D·L¯º¦Ó¥B©¹¤U¬Ý¦oºñ¦âªº¼eÃPªø³T©M©ì¾c¡C "§Ú¯uªº¤£»{¬°§Ú³Q¾A·í¦a¬ïµÛ¡C¡¨
Moving closer, Mark looked her over and checked the mantle clock. ¡§Oh,
I don¡¦t know. It¡¦s three a.m. on Christmas Day, so the robe is Christmasie
and the bunny slippers definitely add a homey flair.¡¨ / ²¾°Ê¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº,°¨§Jµ²§ô¬Ý¤F¦o¦Ó¥BÀˬd¤F¦a²[®ÉÄÁ¡C
"®@,§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¡C ²{¦b¬O¸t½Ï¸`¤T¤W¤È¡A¦]¦¹¡A¼eÃPªø³T¬O¤@©w Christmasie ©M¨ß¤l©ì¾c¼W¥[¤@Ó®a®x¦üªº¾U§Q²´¤O¡C¡¨
¡§Good,¡¨ She observed his sweat pants, socks and oversized, red plaid flannel
shirt as she stepped into the room. ¡§For a moment I was feeling a bit
underdressed.¡¨ / "¦nªº",¦oÆ[¹î¤F¥Lªº¦½¿Ç¤l¡AÄû¤l¦Ó¥B¯S¤j¸¹, ¬õ¦âªº®æ¤lªá©O©ÜªÓªkÄõµ³Å¨m·í¦o¶i¤J©Ð¶¡¤§¤º½ñ¡C
"¤@·|¨à§Ú¥¿¦b·Pı¤@ÂI¬ïµÛ¹L¥÷¾ë¯Àªº¦çªA¡C¡¨
Grinning, he slid the door closed, took her mug and set it on the fireplace
mantle. Then, catching her hand, Mark drew her close, relishing the feeling
of her in his arms. / ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º, ¥L slid ªùÃö³¬, ±a¤F¦oªºÁy¦Ó¥B¤ä¨Ï¥¦¹ï¥I¾ÀÄl¦a²[¡C µM«á,®·®»¦oªº¤â,°¨§J¤Þ°_¦oªºµ²§ô,¦b¥Lªº¤âÁu¤¤«~À|¦oªº·Pı¡C
Princess settled into his embrace. ¡§I was afraid you had found someone
else, since I didn¡¦t see you tonight.¡¨ / ¤½¥D¶i¤J¥Lªº¾Ö©ê¤§¤º¦w¹y¡C "®£©È§A¤w¸gµo²{¨ä¥L¤H,
¦Û±q§Ú¤µ±ß¨S¦³¨£¨ì§A¤§«á¡C¡¨
¡§Well, if you really must know¡K¡¨ Mark felt her tense and chuckled. ¡§I¡¦m
sorry. It wasn¡¦t by my choice, believe me. I think the ¡¥Trio¡¦ decided
to play a nasty little game with us.¡¨ / " ¶â¡A¦pªG§A¯uªº¤@©wnª¾¹D¡K" ³Q·Pı¦oªº°¨§Jºò±iªº¦Ó¥B¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C
"¹ï¤£°_¡C ¥¦¤£¬OÂǵۧڪº¿ï¾Ü, §Ú¬Û«H¡C §Ú·Q¡¥¤T¤H¤@²Õ ' ³Q¨M©w©M§Ú̪±¤@³õ¦Ã©ªº¤p¤ñÁÉ¡C¡¨
¡§I wondered why they were paying so much attention to me.¡¨ Princess looked
up, eyes glinting with mischief. ¡§So what do we do for revenge?¡¨ / "§ÚÃhºÃ¥L̬°¤°»ò¥¿¦b¹ï§Úµ¹¤©³o»ò¦hª`·N¡C"
¤½¥D¬Ý¦b,¤W±¥H¶Ë®`°{Ä£ªº²´·ú¡C " ¦]¦¹§ÚÌ°µ¤°»ò¬°³ø¤³?¡¨
¡§We¡¦ll think of something.¡¨ Mark danced her under the mistletoe hanging
from the ceiling fan. ¡§But I can think of something else I¡¦d rather do
right now.¡¨ / "§Ú̱N·Q¨ì¬Y¨Æ¡C"°¨§J¦b±q¤ÑªáªO¨g¼öªÌÄa±¾ªº¸Ñ±H¥Í¤§¤U¸õ»R¤F¦o¡C "¦ý¬O§Ú¯à·Q¨ì§Ú±N¹ç¥i¥ß¨è°µªº§OªF¦è¡C¡¨
Princess arched an eyebrow in question. ¡§Oh, really?¡¨ / ¤}§Îªº°ÝÃD¤@¹D¬Ü¤òªº¤½¥D¡C
"®@,¯uªº?¡¨
¡§Yeah.¡¨ / "¬Oªº¡C¡¨
¡§And what¡¦s that?¡¨ / "¦Ó¥B¨º¬O¤°»ò?¡¨
One hand strayed to her chin. ¡§This.¡¨ He brushed his lips against hers
and she responded in kind. Her fingers twined in his hair and they were
caught in the fire of a connection that had been lost for six months.
/ ¤@°¦¤â°g¸ô¨ì¦oªº¤U¤Ú¡C "³o¡C" ¥L²¨¨ê¤F¥Lªº®B¤Ï¹ï¦oªº¦Ó¥B¦o¦bÃþ«¬¤¤¦^À³¡C ¦oªº¦b¥LÀY¾v³Q·bªº¤â«ü©M¥L̦b¤w¸g³Q¥¢¥h¹F¤»Ó¤ë¤§¤[ªº³s±µ¤õ¤¤³Q®·®»¡C
¡§God, I missed you. I can¡¦t tell you how much I did.¡¨ Mark breathed into
her hair and kissed the top of her head. / "¤W«Ò,§Ú·Q©À§A¡C §Ú¤£¯à§i¶D§A¦h¤Ö§Ú°µ¡C"°¨§J¶i¤J¦oªºÀY¾v¤§¤º©I§l¦Ó¥B§k¤F¦oªºÀY³»ºÝ¡C
Princess slid her arms around his shoulders. ¡§You just did.¡¨ / ¦b¥LªºªÓ©P³òªº¤½¥D
slid ¦oªº¤âÁu¡C "§Aèè°µ¡C¡¨
They held on to each other, dancing slowly around the library under the
glow of the Christmas tree lights. Their separation melted away, replaced
by a peaceful calm. Neither felt the need to speak, their closeness conveyed
all that needed to be said. / ¥Ļìºò©¼¦¹,ºCºC¦a¦b¸t½Ï¾ð¥úªº¨ª¼ö¤§¤U¦b¹Ï®ÑÀ]ªº©P³ò¸õ»R¡C ¥L̪º¤ÀÂ÷¿Ä¤ÆÂ÷¶},
³Q©M¥ªº¥Ã´À´«¡C ¬J¤£·Pı¤F»Ýn»¡,©Ò¦³ªº¨º¥L̪º³Q¶Ç¹Fªº±µªñ»Ýn·í»¡¡C
The music changed to ¡§Silent Night¡¨ and Princess started to sing softly.
¡§Think you¡¦ll get what you want for Christmas?¡¨ / µ¼Ö´«¦¨ "¨HÀqªº©]±ß"
¡A¦Ó¥B¤½¥D¶}©l¬X©M¦a°Û¡C " ·Q§A±N±o¨ì§A¹ï©ó¸t½Ï¸`·Qnªº?¡¨
¡§Already have.¡¨ Mark hugged her. ¡§You?¡¨ / "¤w¸g¦³¡C"°¨§J¾Ö©ê¤F¦o¡C "§A?¡¨
¡§Same thing.¡¨ She looked up. / "¬Û¦Pªº¨Æª«¡C" ¦o¬Ý¦b¤W±¡C
Smiling, Mark kissed her again. ¡§Merry Christmas, Prin.¡¨ He whispered.
/ ·L¯º,°¨§J¦A¤@¦¸§k¤F¦o¡C "¸t½Ï§Ö¼Ö¡A Prin ¡C"¥L¦Õ»y¡C
¡§Merry Christmas, Mark.¡¨ / "¸t½Ï§Ö¼Ö¡A°¨§J¡C¡¨
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Sappy? Oh yeah, but I'm a hopeless romantic who loved our Eagle as a kid
and always thought that Mark should have been with Princess. / ¦h¥Ä²Gªº? ®@¬Oªº,
¦ý¬O§Ú¬O¤@µL§Æ±æªº®öº©½Ö·R§Ú̪ºÆN·í¤@Ó¤p«Ä¦Ó¥BÁ`¬O»{¬°°¨§JÀ³¸Ó¤w¸g©M¤½¥D¦b¤@°_¡C
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