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Title: Sustenance / ¦WºÙ: ¥Í­p
Rating: PG / µû¤Àµ¥¯Å: »²¾É¯Å¹q¼v
Summary: The future members of Science Ninja Team / ºK­n: ¬ì¾Ç§ÔªÌ¤p²Õªº±N¨Ó¦¨­û
Gatchaman are on summer vacation. This story, set in the "Between" universe, centers on when Jun and / Gatchaman ¦b®L¤Ñ°²´Á¡C ³o¤@­Ó¬G¨Æ, ¶}©l¨º "" ¤§¶¡¦t©z, ¶°¤¤¦b·í¤§¤W¤»¤ë©M
Joe started sleeping together the first time around. / ³ì¦bªþªñ¶}©l¤@°_ºÎı²Ä¤@¦¸¡C
1.
It started with what the people Joe lived with called breakfast. / ¥¦±q¤H­Ì³ì¥H¥s°µªº¦­À\©~¦íªº¶}©l¡C

He woke late, as was usual for him when school was out, and hopped over to his house slippers, his feet cringing from the floor tiles. He couldn't believe he'd had to wear sweats to bed last night; but it was a cool summer and he was in a refrigerator of a house. / ¥L³ê¿ô±o±ß, ¦p¦P¹ï¥L¬O¥­±`ªº·í¾Ç®Õ¥~¥X, ¦Ó¥B³æ¸}¸õªº®É­Ô¦b¨ì¥Lªº©Ð¤l©ì¾c¤§¤W, ¥Lªº¸}¨Ó¦Û¦aªO¥Ë¤ùªº cringing¡C ¥L¤£¥i¥H¬Û«H¡A¥L±N·|¥²¶·À¹¦½©T©w¬Q±ß; ¦ý¬O¥¦¬O¤@­Ó«Ü´Îªº®L¤Ñ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦b©Ð¤lªº¤@¥x¹q¦B½c¡C

He headed off to the kitchen in search of something to eat. / ¥L´M§äªF¦è¨¾¤î¨ì¼p©Ð¦Y¡C

He could tell that the house was empty. It had that quiet feel. From what he could see of the grounds as he strolled down the long jalousie-windowed walkway that connected the west wing to the rest of the house, the others were no where near him. / ¥L¥i¥H§i¶D©Ð¤l¬OªÅªº¡C ¥¦¦³¦wÀR·Pı¡C ±q¥L·í¶¢³}¤U¨Óªøªº¦Ê¸­µ¡µ¡¤áªº³sµ²¦è¤è¯Í»H¨ì©Ð¤lªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤Àªº¨«¹D¥i¥H²z¥Ñ¬Ý¨£ªº¡A¨ä¾lªÌ¬O¨S¦³¦b­þ¸Ì¦b¥Lªºªþªñ¡C

Joe watched as a stiff wind blew a seagull to a standstill. / ·í±j¯Pªº­·§j¹ï°±¹yªº¤@°¦®üÅ꺮ɭԡA³ì¬Ý¡C
Its wings beat hard and quick and it gained a few feet. / ¥¦ªº¯Í»H§V¤O¦a¥´©M§Öªº¦Ó¥B¥¦±o¨ì¤F¤@¨Ç¸}¡C
Shrieking, the gale redoubled its efforts, shoving the bird out of sight, and pushing a few trees parallel with the ground. Pitying the bird, Joe shook his head. There had to be better places to kill a couple of weeks of vacation. / ¦y¥s,¨g­·¦A¥[­¿¤F¥¦ªº§V¤O, ±À³¾±qµø¤O¡A¦Ó¥B±À°Ê¤@¨Ç¾ð¥H¦a­±¥­¦æ¡C ¦P±¡³¾,³ì·nÀY¡C ¨º¸Ì¥²¶·¬O¸û¦nªº¦a¤è±þ°²´Áªº¤@¨Ç¼Æ­Ó¬P´Á¡C

In the kitchen, which was a little less frigid than his bedroom, Joe found a note next to a covered tray: / ¦b¼p©Ð¤¤,¶W¹L¥Lªºª×«Ç¬Oµy·L¤ñ¸û¤£´H§N,³ìµo²{¹ï¤@­ÓÁô½ªµÛªº½L¤l¤@­Óªþµù¤U¤@­Ó:

We saved you some breakfast. / §Ú­Ì¸Ñ±Ï¤F§A¤@¨Ç¦­À\¡C
We've gone swimming. / §Ú­Ì¤w¸g¥h´åªa¡C
Find us if you can, otherwise, see you at lunch. / ¦pªG§A¯à¦b¤ÈÀ\¡A§_«h¡A¬Ý¨£§A¡Aµo²{§Ú­Ì¡C

He checked the clock and saw that it was a little after ten. / ¥LÀˬd¤F¥¦¦b¤Q¤§«á¬Oµy·Lªº®ÉÄÁ©M¿÷¤l¡C

He pulled the striped cloth from the tray revealing soup, white rice and a two small fish --- both of which were eyeballing him. / ¥L©Ô¤F¨Ó¦ÛÅã¥Ü´ö¡A¥Õ¦âªº¶º©M¤@¤G±ø¤pªº³½ ½L¤lªº¦³´³¯¾ªº¥¬®Æ --- ¨âªÌ¥¿¦b²´²y¥L¡C

He made a face. He wasn't in a mood for lunch. / ¥L»s³y¤F¤@­ÓÁy¡C ¥L§¹¥þ¤£·Q¤ÈÀ\¡C

He flicked the cloth back over the tray. / ¥L¦b½L¤l¤§¤W§â¥¬®Æ»´¼u¦^¨Ó¡C

A search of the pantry and cupboards failed to turn up anything remotely satisfying, not even dry cereal. He did find a sheaf of sesame cracker and briefly considered crumbling them in a bowl and eating them with milk, but discarded that idea when he discovered a half jar of / À\¨ã«Ç©M­¹Ãoªº·j´M¨S¦³§â«Ü»·º¡·NªF¦è¦Ó¤£¬O¬Æ¦Ü°®ªº½\Ãþ­¹«~½Õ¤j¡C ¥L¥Ñ©ó¤û¥¤¦b¤@­Ó¸J©M¦Y¤¤½T¹êµo²{ªÛ³Â»æ°®©M²µu¦Ò¼{¹L±Y¼ìªº¤@­Ó§ô¥L­Ì¥L­Ì, ¦ý¬O·í¥Lµo²{¤@­Ó¤@¥bªº¼s¤f²~ªº®É­Ô¥á±ó¤F¨º¤@­Ó·Qªk
Nutella. Unfortunately, there was no bread, not even breadsticks. / Nutella¡C ¤£©¯¦a,¨S¦³ÄÑ¥]¦Ó¤£¬O¥­©Zªº breadsticks¡C

His hand made a fist and hit the door frame of the pantry. / ¥Lªº¤â»s³y¤F¤@­Ó®±ÀY¦Ó¥BÀ»¤¤¤FÀ\¨ã«ÇªºªùÅé®æ¡C
Fine, he thought. Miso soup and rice would have to do. / «Ü¦n,¥L·Q¡C Miso ´ö©M¶º±N·|¥²¶·°µ¡C
He might he as well fix himself an egg and call it brunch. / ¥L¥L¥i¯à®£©È³Ì¦n©T©w¥L¦Û¤v¤@­Ó³J¨Ã¥BºÙ¥¦¬°¦­¤ÈÀ\¶Ü¡C

He fried an egg with little enthusiasm and threw it on a plate, uncovered the tray and studied his 'brunch'. / ¥L¦b¤@­ÓºÐ¤l¤W¥Î¤pªº¨g¼öªo¬µ¤@­Ó³J¦Ó¥B¥á¥¦,´¦¥Ü¤F½L¤l¦Ó¥B¾Ç²ß¤F¥Lªº '¦­¤ÈÀ\'.

Back when he was kid, breakfast would never have included this lousy excuse for rice. They all had sweet tooths, he and his mother and father, and starting off a hot summer's day with an ice cream filled brioche had not been uncommon. / ·í¥L¬O¤p«Äªº®É­Ô¡A¦^,¦­À\±N·|µLªk¤w¸g¬°¶º¥]¬A¦Ã©ªºÂǤf¡C ¥L­Ì¥þ³¡¦³¤F·R¦Y²¢­¹¡A¥L©M¥Lªº¥À¿Ë©M¤÷¿Ë, ©M¥Xµo¨«¶}¦³¸Ëº¡ brioche ªº¤@­Ó¦B²N²Oªº¤@­Ó¼öªº®L¤é¤£¤w¸g¬O¤£´M±`ªº¡C

Brioche. They hadn't called them brioches in Sicily. / Brioche¡C ¥L­Ì¨S¦³¦b Sicily ºÙ¥L­Ì¬° brioches ¡C
He'd found the word in a French cook book, next to a picture that tightened his throat and made his mouth water. Mama used to make them at night, and serve them at breakfast the following day. She always made lots, expecting that her men would discipline themselves and make the pastries last the week, but it never worked out that way. If there were brioches around for more than three days after mama made them it wasn't because her men had exercised proper self-discipline, it was because mama had screwed up the baking somehow. He could remember his father splitting brioches in half and drying them in the oven. Then filling them with chocolate cream (homemade) and dusting them with powdery sugar. / ¥L±N·|µo²{¤F¤@¥»ªk°ê¼p¤l®Ñªº¦r,ºò¾F¤@±i°Çºò¤F¥Lªº«|³ï¡A¦Ó¥B»s³y¤F¥Lªº¼L¤ô·Ó¤ù¡C ¶ý¶ý¹L¥h¤@ª½¦b±ß¤W»s³y¥L­Ì, ¦Ó¥B¬°¥L­ÌªA°È¦b¦­À\¤U¦C¦U¶µ¤é¤l¡C ¦oÁ`¬O»s³y¤F¹B®ð, ´Á«Ý¦oªº¨k¤H±N·|°V½m¥L­Ì¦Û¤v¦Ó¥B¨ÏÄѯ»¿|»æ«ùÄò¬P´Á, ¦ý¬O±q¤£³Q¨º¼Ë¸Õºâªº¥¦¡C ¦pªG¦bªþªñ¦³ brioches ¶W¹L¤T¤Ñ¦b¶ý¶ý»s³y¤F¥L­Ì¥¦¤§«á¬O¤£¦]¬°¦oªº¨k¤H¤w¸g½m²ß¾A·íªº¦Û§Ú°V½m,¦]¬°¶ý¶ý¤w¸g¤£ª¾¦ó¬G§áºò¯MµH¡A©Ò¥H¥¦¬O¡C ¥L¥i¥H°O±o¥Lªº§â brioches ¤ÀÂ÷¦¨¤@¥b©M¦b¯N½c¤¤§Ë°®¥L­Ì ªº¤÷¿Ë¡C µM«á¥H¯»ª¬ªº¿}¥Î¥©§J¤O¨Å¹T (¦Û»sªº) ¶ñ¥R¥L­Ì¦Ó¥B¶ñ¥R¥´±½¥L­Ì¡C

Poor man's profiteroles, papa called them. Everybody, because the Asakura's had had a lot of friends back then, would eat them between and after meals as snacks and desserts. / ³h½aªº¨k¤H profiteroles,ª¨ª¨¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¤F¥L­Ì¡C ¨C­Ó¤H, ¦]¬° Asakura's ªºµM«á¤w¸g§â³\¦hªB¤Í¦³¦^¨Ó, ±N·|¦Y¥L­Ì¦b©M¤§¶¡¦b¦p¤p¦Y©M²¢ÂIªº¤@À\¤§«á¡C

Joe ate one of the fish. He forgot what they were called, but they were small, shiny, hairy and dry. / ³ì¦Y¤F³½¤§¤@¡C ¥L§Ñ°O¤F¥L­Ì³Q¥s°µªº¡A¦ý¬O¥L­Ì¬O¤pªº¡M¦³¥ú¿Aªº¡M©M¦h¤òªº©M°®¡C
He could deal with those, but he when it came to fish he only wanted tuna, and he wanted it in garlic and olive oil, not grilled in soy bean paste. / ¥L¥i¥H³B²z¨º¨Ç, ¦ý¬O¥L·í¥¦¨Ó¥u³¨¥Lªº®É­Ô·Q­nª÷ºj³½, ¦Ó¥B¥L¦b¤j»[©M¾ñÆVªo¤¤·Q­n¥¦, ¤£¦b¶À¨§¼ß½k¿N¡C

Growing up he had the option of turning his nose up at either veal, tuna, or sausage. He could remember sitting at the dinner table and twirling dry pasta in his plate with his fork while his parents started in on their entrees. They'd ignore him: actually / ¼W¥[¦b¥L¦³¤F§â¥Lªº»ó¤l½Õ¤jªº¿ï¶µ¤W­±¦b©Î¤p¤û¦×¡Aª÷ºj³½©Î­»¸z¡C ·í¥Lªº¤÷¥À¶}©lªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¥i¥H°O±o¤w¸g§¤¦b±ßÀ\®à¤l«e¦Ó¥B¨Ïºw·È·È¦a±ÛÂà©M¥Lªº¤e¤l¥LºÐ¤lªº°®ÄÑÃþ¦b¥L­Ìªº¤J³õ³\¥i¤W¡C ¥L­Ì±N·|¤£²z¸B¥L: ¹ê»Ú¤W
Papa would ignore him, mama would steam quietly until his father would make some comment like: 'Giorgi, you look kinda pale?' Then he'd address mama, 'Doesn't / ª¨ª¨±N·|¤£²z¸B¥L,¶ý¶ý±N·|¦wÀR¦a»]µoª½¨ì¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë±N·|¨Ï¤@¨Ç·N¨£³ßÅw: 'Giorgi,§A¦³¤@ÂI¬Ý»a¥Õ?'µM«á¥L±N·|¦V¶ý¶ýµoªíºt»¡,'¤£
Giorgi look a little pale?" Then back to Giorgi, 'You hungry, Giorgi? Maybe you want something else to eat?' and then to his wife, 'Maybe there's something else in the kitchen Giorgi could eat? He looks a little pale.' / Giorgi ¬Ý¤@­Ó¤p¬]Äæ?"µM«á¦^¨ì Giorgi,' §AÄȾjªº,Giorgi? ¤]³\§A·Q­n§OªºªF¦è¦Y?'¦Ó¥BµM«á¨ì¥Lªº¤Ó¤Ó ,' ¤]³\¦³¼p©Ð Giorgi ªº§OªF¦è¥i¥H¦Y? ¥L¬Ý¤@­Ó¤p¬]Äæ¡C'

Rubbing his temples, Joe grinned. She always made a big production of fixing him a special plate. 'Picky, so picky! If you weren't so strong and handsome, already," she might say, 'I'd swear you were a girl.' / À¿¥Lªº¦x¼q,³ìÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C ¦oÁ`¬O§@¤F©T©w¥L¤@­Ó¯S§OªººÐ¤l¤j»s³y¡C '§j¤ò¨D²«ªº,¦p¦¹§j¤ò¨D²«! ¦pªG§A¤£¬O¦p¦¹±j©M­^«Tªº,¤w¸g,"¦o¥i¯à»¡,'§Ú±N·|µo»}§A¬O¤k«Ä¡C'
And Papa would wink as soon as mama's back was turned. / ¦Ó¥Bª¨ª¨±N·|¯w²´¤@¥¹¶ý¶ýªº­I­±³QÂà¡C
Back then his dinner would be whatever was left over from the antipasto (which vexed his mama to no end, "a growing boy needs hot food for strong bones") and his pasta, which by then was also cold, she'd drizzled with garlic and olive oil so it wouldn't stick together so much. / µM«á¦^¥Lªº±ßÀ\±N·|¬O¤£½×¤°»ò³Q±q¶}­G­¹ª« ( µJ«æªº¥L¶ý¶ý¹ï¨S¦³µ²§ô,"¤@­Ó¦¨ªøªº¨k«Ä¬°±jªº°©ÀY»Ý­n¼öªº­¹ª«") ©M¥LªºÄÑÃþµ²§ô¯d¤U¦o¦³¥H¤j»[©M¾ñÆVªo¤U¤ò¤ò«B¦]¦¹¥¦±N¤£ÂH¦í¤@°_³o»ò¦h, ¨ì®É­Ô¤]¬O´H§Nªº¡C

What Mama didn't know was that much later, when everyone was supposed to be asleep, he'd sneak back to the kitchen and snack on whatever she'd served for main course, chortling to himself as he stuffed his face and all the flavors burst cold and delicious in his mouth. / ¶ý¶ý¨S¦³ª¾¹Dªº¬O¨º»ò«D±`¿ðªº, ·í¨C­Ó¤HÀ³¸Ó¬OºÎ¼ô¤Fªº®É­Ô, ¥L±N·|¦V«á¦a°½°½¦a°k¨«¨ì¼p©Ð©M¤p¦Y¦bµL½×¦o¦³¬°¥D­nªº½Òµ{ªA¨Í¤°»ò¤§¤W, ¹ï¥L¦Û¤v«£«£¯º·í¥L¸Ë¶ñ¥LªºÁy©M©Ò¦³ªº´þ¨ýÃzµõ·P«_©M¥i¤fªº¦b¥L¼L¤¤¡C
He just hadn't liked hot meals back then. / ¥L·í®É´N¬O¨S¦³§â¼öªº¤@À\³ßÅw¦^¨Ó¡C
Breakfast, on the other hand, any breakfast mama put in front of him was eaten with gusto. / ¦­À\,¥t¤@¤è­±¡A¦b¥L¤§«e©ñªº¥ô¦ó¦­À\¶ý¶ý»P·R¦n¤@°_¦Y¡C

Joe looked down and saw that his 'breakfast' was partially eaten. He'd broken his egg on top of his rice. Bright yolk clung to glutinous grains and adhered to the sides of the bowl. A headless fish lay between his chopsticks. The other was already gone. He swallowed and lay his chopsticks against their rest, having suddenly lost his appetite. / ³ì¬Ý¤U¨Ó¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨£¡A¥Lªº '¦­À\' ³¡¥÷¦a³Q¦Y¡C ¥L¤w¸g¥´¯}¦b¥Lªº¶º³»ºÝ¤Wªº¥L³J¡C ©ú«Gªº³J¶ÀÂHªþ©óÂH¸Yªº½\²É¦Ó¥BÂHªþ¦b¸JªºÃä¡C ¤@±øµLÀYªº³½¦b¥Lªº¸_¤l¤§¶¡©ñ¸m¡C ¥t¤@­Ó¤w¸g¤£¨£¤F¡C ¥L§]¦Ó¥B©ñ¸m¤F¹ï§Ü¥L­Ìªº¥ð®§¥L¸_¤l, ¬ðµM¦³¥¢¥h¥Lªº­¹¼¤¡C

Joe liked fish, but not for breakfast and especially not if the fish were of this type. / ³ì³ßÅw³½¡A¦ý¬O¤£¹ï©ó¦­À\¦Ó¥B¤×¨ä¤£¦pªG³½¬O¦³³o¤@­ÓÃþ«¬ªº¡C
He cleared away his breakfast dishes and headed off for the bathroom. / ¥L¬°¯D«Ç²M°£ªºÂ÷¶}¥Lªº¦­À\½L¤l¦Ó¥B¨¾¤î¡C
He stared at the furo, the deep tub of heated water, with longing, then turned to glare at the shower head that hung on a hook. Stacked beneath it were a couple of wash buckets and bath stools. / ¥L¨nµÛ furo ¡A¼öªº¤ô²`¯D¬Ö¬Ý,ÂǥѴ÷±æ, µM«á·Ç³Æ¦b°}«B¦b¤@­Ó¹_¤W¦QªºÀYµo¯t¥ú¡C ¦b°ï¿n¤§¤U¥¦¬O¤@¨Ç¬~±í¤l©M¨N¯D¹¹¤l¡C

Over the last couple of years he'd gotten used to the drill. Soap up, scrub down, rinse off completely in cold, then soak in hot and since it was summertime, the owners of the house had shut off the hot water and Nambu hadn't bothered to put it back on. Fuck it. He'd had a 'proper' breakfast. He could indulge and have a real bath. / ¦b³Ì«á¨â¦~¥H¨Ó¥L¤w¸g¦³¨Ï¥Î¨ìÆp¤Õ¾÷¡C ¥HªÎ¨m¬~¦b,¤W­±¥Î¤OÀ¿¬~¤U¨Ó,¦b·P«_¤¤¨«¶}§¹¥þ¦a¨R¬~, µM«á®ûªw¦b¼öªº¦Ó¥B¦]¬°¥¦¬O®L, ©Ð¤lªº¾Ö¦³ªÌ¤w¸g¦b¼öªº¤ô¥~Ãö¤W¡A¦Ó¥B Nambu ¨S¦³·ÐÂZ§â¥¦©ñ¦^­ì³B¦b¤§¤W¡C ©Ê¥æ¥¦¡C ¥L¦³¦³¤F¤@¥÷ '¾A·íªº' ¦­À\¡C ¥L¥i¥HÁa±¡©ó¦Ó¥B¦³¤@¦¸¯u¥¿ªº¨N¯D¡C

Almost an hour later, pink scrubbed and glowing, Joe went in search of Nambu and the boys. Last night they'd talked about going swimming. Joe passed through room after room until he came to the patio. The coral flagstones gleamed like bone and the pool, which was long and deep and blue, looked about as inviting as --- he grinned --- a bucket, a bath stool and a shower-head. / ´X¥G 1 ¤p®É¤§«á¡A¯»¬õ¦â¥Î¤OÀ¿¬~©M¥Õ¼öªº,³ì´M§ä Nambu ©M¨k«Ä¥h¡C ¬Q±ß¥L­Ì¦³½Í½×¥h´åªa¡C ³ì³q¹L©Ð¶¡¦b©Ð¶¡¤§«áª½¨ì¥L¨Ó®x°|¡C ¬À·ä¥ÛªO°{Ã{¬Û¦üªº°©ÀY¡A¦Ó¥Bªøªº©M²`©MÂŦ⪺¦À¬ÝÃö©ó¦P¼Ë¦aÁÜ½Ð·í°µ --- ¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º --- ¤@­Ó±í¤l¡A¤@­Ó¨N¯D¹¹¤l©M¤@¦¸°}«B-ÀY¡C
Thinking of which, he had to refill the furo, or Nambu would pitch a fit. / ·Q¨ì ,¥L¥²¶·¦A±N furo ª`º¡,©Î Nambu ±N·|²Ï¨c¾A©y¡C
Outside turned out to be several degrees warmer than indoors. Which was a bitch because it meant the damn house was really cold. / ¥~­±Åܦ¨¤ñ¦b¤á¤º¼ö¤@¨Çµ{«×¡C ¦]¬°¥¦·N¿×«D±`ªº©Ð¤l¡A©Ò¥H¤@­Ó¥Àª¯¬O¨º¤@­Ó¯uªº´H§N¡C
The wind had subsided, just a bit, and sunlight, which from indoors had seemed watery, promised a strong-lit afternoon. The few clouds in the sky were mere dimples in the smile of a beautiful day. / ­·¤w¸g¥­®§, ¥u¬O¤@ÂIÂI , ©M¤é¥úµªÀ³¤@±jªº-µo«G¤È«á, ±q¦b¤á¤º¤w¸g¦ü¥G¤ô¡C ¤ÑªÅªº«Ü¤Ö¶³¦b¬üÄRªº¤é¤l·L¯º¤¤¬O¶È¶È°sºÛ¡C
No wonder the others had cleared out so early, it was a good day to go exploring. Had he known the weather would have turned out so nice he would have made it a point to join them. Common sense and his tracking skills told him that the others had taken the north-south path off of the hill. / ¤£¨¬¬°©_ªº¨ä¾lªÌ¤w¸g²M°£ªº¥X¦p¦¹ªº¦­,²{¦b¬O¥h±´¨sªº¤@­Ó¦nªº¤é¤l¡C ¥Lª¾¹D¤Ñ®ð¤F·|§â¦p¦¹¬ü¦nÃö±¼¥L·|¨Ï¥¦¦¨¬°ÂI°Ñ¥[¥L­Ì¡C ±`ÃÑ©M¥L°lÂܧ޳N¨º§i¶D¤F¥L¨ä¾lªÌ¤w¸g¤p¤s²æ±¼¥_¤è- «n¤èªº¸ô®|¡C

The more he walked, the more the path sloped, the more the path sloped, the less the wind blew. The less the wind blew, the warmer it got. until he had to take off his jacket and sweat stuck the fabric of his dark T-shirt to his back. / §ó¦h¥L¨«¸ô, §ó¦h¸ô®|¶É±×, §ó¦h¸ô®|¶É±×, ¤ñ¸û¤Ö¶q­·§j¡C ¤ñ¸û¤Ö¶q­·§j, ¨Ï¼öªº¤H¥¦±o¨ì¡C ª½¨ì¥L¥²¶·²æ±¼¥Lªº§¨§J¡A¦Ó¥B¦½ªþµÛ¹ï¥Lªº­I³¡¥L¶Â·tªº T«òªºÂ´ª«¡C

When he reached the bottom of the trail it was downright hot. He cursed not dressing for the weather. / ·í¥L¨ì¹F¤FÂܸñªº©³³¡®É­Ô , ¥¦¼ö¦a¬O©ú¥Õªº¡C ¥L¹ï©ó¤Ñ®ð¶A©G¤£¬ï¦ç¡C

He blamed the house. It looked all right, and commanded at least three kick-ass views, but it messed with a person's head, making him think he needed at least a wind-breaker to go outside. Wasn't a house supposed to shelter a person from the cold? / ¥L³d³Æ¤F©Ð¤l¡C ¥¦¬Ý¨SÃö«Y , ¦Ó¥B©R¥O¤F¦Ü¤Ö¤T½ð- Æjªºµø³¥¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¥H¤HªºÀY§ËÁV, »s³y¥L»{¬°¡A¥L¦Ü¤Ö»Ý­n­·- Â_¸ô¾¹¥X¥h¡C ¤@´É©Ð¤l¬O¤£±À·Q§ÈÅ@¨Ó¦Û·P«_ªº¤@­Ó¤H?

And then there was the window thing, except for the kitchen, which was pretty normal, the house was a study in extremes. Either there were lots of windows, or none. / µM«á¦³µ¡¤á¨Æª«,°£¤F¼p©Ð¥H¥~¡A¬Oº}«Gªº±`ºA,©Ð¤l¬O·¥ºÝªº¤@¶µ¬ã¨s¡C ©Î¦³³\¦hµ¡¤á, ©Î¨S¦³¤H¡C
Take the bedrooms he, Ryu and Ken were sleeping in, all they had were little rectangles set near the ceilings, but the connecting hallway, and it was just that, a connecting hallway, no pictures, no interesting plants, was like an terrarium. Some person had had the bright idea laying gravel in the recesses against the wall and sticking bigger rocks on top of that. Every time he walked through it, he thought of Jinpei's little reptiles. / ±a¥L¡A Ryu ©MªÖ®¦¥¿¦bºÎıªºª×«Ç¦b, ¥þ³¡¥L­Ì¦³¬O¦b¤ÑªáªOªºªþªñ³Q³]©wªº¤pªø¤è§Î , ¦ý¬O³s±µ¨«´Y¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¬O¥¿ª½ªº¨º¡A¤@­Ó³s±µ¨«´Y , ¨S¦³·Ó¤ù , ¨S¦³¦³½ìªº¤u¼t,¹³¤@­Ó³°¦a°Êª«¹}¾i©Ò¡C ¤@¨Ç¤H¤w¸g¨º¦³©ú«Gªº·QªkÀx¦s¸H¥Û¹ï§Ü¦b³»ºÝ¤WªºÀð¾À©MÂHªº¸û¤j©¥¥Ûªº¥ð·|¡C ¨C¤@¦¸¥L¨«¸ô¹L¥¦,¥L·Q¨ì Jinpei's ªº¤pª¦Âΰʪ«¡C

From what he could tell, the six of them were the only people around. A little creepy, he thought, as he walked along. The forest on either side of him was a seamless gray-green. Occasionally he saw a flash of movement, drunk with color, from the corner of his eye. / ±q¥L¥i¥H§i¶Dªº¡A¥L­Ì¤¤ªº¤»­Ó¦bªþªñ¬O°ß¤@ªº¤H¡C µy·Lª¦µÛ¨«,¥L·Q,¦p¦P¥L¦V«e¨«¸ô¤@¼Ë¡C ¦b¥Lªº¥ô¤@Ãä¤Wªº´ËªL¬O¤@ºØ¤Ñ¦çµLÁ_ªº¦Ç¦â-ºñ¦â¡C ¦³®É­Ô¥L¬Ý¨£¹B°Êªº°{¥ú,¥HÃC¦â³Ü,±q¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨¡C

About a mile down the main path he heard the sounds of swimming. / Ãö©ó¤@­ùåP¸¨¥D­nªº¸ô®|¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F´åªaªºÁn­µ¡C

He followed the noise off onto a track that dropped sharply away from the road. Joe slid a little, down the short incline before the track leveled off. Here the air was almost steamy. He could not believe the crazy weather! The other voices were much clearer. / ¥L¨«¶}¦b¤@­Ó¾U§Q¦a­°§C»·Â÷¹D¸ôªº­y¹D¤§¤W¸òÀH¤F¾¸­µ¡C ³ì slid µy·L ,åP¸¨¦b³Q¥­­¸ªº­y¹D«eªºµu¶É±×¡C ªÅ®ð³o¸Ì´X¥G»]¨Tªº;µo¥X»]¨T¡C ¥L¤£¥i¥H¬Û«Hµo¨gªº¤Ñ®ð! ¥t¤@­Ó«Å­z«D±`²M·¡¡C
He could hear Dr. Nambu's laughter. / ¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì Nambu's ³Õ¤h¯º¡C

Of the guys only Jun wasn't swimming. She sat braced against a large flat rock, her thin little legs crossed at the ankle as she read a thick magazine. Wearing that huge pink sun hat she almost looked like a girl. / ³Ã¥ë°ß¤@ªº¤»¤ë¤£¦b´åªa¡C ¦o§¤µÛ¤ä¼µ¹ï§Ü¤@¶ô¤jªº¥­©Z©¥¥Û,·í¦o¬Ý¤@¥»«pªºÂø»x®É­Ô¡A¦o¨Ï¦b¸}½ï³Q¥æ¤eªº¤p»LÅÜÁ¡¡C À¹¦o´X¥G¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¤@­Ó¤k«Ä¤@¼Ëªº¨º³»·¥¤jªº¯»¬õ¤Ó¶§´U¤l¡C

Jinpei, who stood on a tree branch across the water, was clutching a rope in his hands. He noticed Joe and screamed, "Joe! Look! I'm gonna McFarlane!" / ¦b¤ô¹ï­±ªº¤@­Ó¾ð¾ðªK¤W¯¸¥ßªº Jinpei ¥¿¦b¥Lªº¤â¤¤§ì¨c¤@±ø²Ê÷¡C ¥Lª`·N¤F³ì¦Ó¥B¦y¥s,"³ì! ¯«±¡! §Ú¥¿¦b¥h McFarlane!"

Nambu and the older boys stopped what they were doing and also hailed Joe. Nambu noticed that the teenager had not dressed for swimming. He held back a sigh and tried to be happy that Joe had come at all. / Nambu ©M¸û¦~ªøªº¨k«Ä°±¤î¤F¥L­Ì¥¿¦b°µ¥H¤Î¦V³ìÅw©I¤Fªº¡C Nambu ª`·N«C¤Ö¦~¨S¦³¬°´åªa¬ïµÛ¡C ¥L§í¨î¤@Án¼Û®§¦Ó¥B¸ÕµÛ«Ü§Ö¼Ö¡A³ì¤w¸g¥þµM¨Ó¡C
Meanwhile, as Nambu watched Joe, Joe watched Jinpei. / ¦P®É¡A¦p¬Ý³ìªº Nambu ¡A³ì¬Ý¤F Jinpei ¡C
The small boy sprang off the branch. Mimicking Spiderman, he swung out with his legs bent at either side of his body. He bent, then straightened so that his legs were stretched out behind him. Still swinging, he let go of the rope, executed two flips and dove cleanly into the water. / ¤pªº¨k«Ä¨«¶}¸õ³¡ªù¡C Mimicking °ªªÅ§@·~ªº«Ø¿v¤u¤H,¥L¥H¦b¥Lªº¨­Åé¥ô¤@Ãä³QÅs¦±ªº¥L»L·nÂ\¥X¡C ¥LÅs¦±, µM«á§Ëª½¥H«K¥Lªº»L¦b¥L«á­±ªº³Q¦ù®i¡C ¼@·Ó¥æ´«¤Ò©d, ¥LÅý²Ê÷¥h,¶i¤J¤ô¤§¤ºªº·R²M¼äªº³Q°õ¦æªº¤G­Ó­»²¢¿S°s©MÂF¤l¡C

Ryu and Ken who'd been seeing the like all morning, yelled encouragement anyway. Jun whistled and clapped her hands. / ¾ã¦­±á¬Ý¨£¦PÃþªº Ryu ©MªÖ®¦ who'd,µL½×¦p¦ó¤j¥s¤F¹ªÀy¡C ¤»¤ë§j¤f­ï¦Ó¥B¹ª´x¤F¦oªº¤â¡C

Nambu watched Joe smile in genuine appreciation. The expression of pride and joy was fleeting. As soon as / ¬Ý³ìªº Nambu ¦b¯u¥¿ªº½àÃѤ¤·L¯º¡C ¦Û¶Æ©MÅw³ßªºªí¹F¬O¯e¹£¡C ¦P¼Ë¦a«Ü§Ö·í°µ
Jinpei's head popped out of the water Joe reassumed his blase facade. / Jinpei's ªºÀY¦A°²©w¥Lªºª±¹½¤Fªº¥¿­±¤ô³ì¥X¥h¤@¤U¡C

"Did ya see?!!" hollered the youngest, "Did ya see?!!" over the other kids cheering. / "ya ¬Ý¨£¶Ü?!!"¥s³Û¤F³Ì¦~»´ªº ",ya ¬Ý¨£¶Ü?!!"¦b¥t¤@­Ó¤§¤W«¡ÄF¹ª»R¡C

"Pretty good, shrimp," grudged Joe. / "¬Û·í¦n,½¼",Ãh«ë¤F³ì¡C

Jinpei boy preened, his chest puffing out. His face seemed to glow. Then Ryu grabbed him and hurled him into the water, splashing Nambu and Ken and starting a water-fight. / Jinpei ¨k«Ä¥Î¼L²z,¥Lªº§jº¶ ªº¯Ý¡C ¥LªºÁy¦ü¥Gµo¬õ¥ú¡C µM«á Ryu §ì¨ú¤F¥L¦Ó¥B¥Î¤O§ëÂY¥L¶i¤ô¤§¤º,ÂqÀã Nambu ©MªÖ®¦¦Ó¥B¶}©l¤ô-¾Ô°«¡C

"Geeks," Joe muttered as Jinpei was launched into the air again, this time by Nambu --- "this is the proper way to throw a colleague, Ryu --- Ken, take note!" --- / "ª±®a",·í Jinpei ³Q¦A¤@¦¸¶i¤JªÅ®ð¤§¤ºµo®gªº®É­Ô¡A³ì³ä³ä¦Û»y, ³o¦¸³Q Nambu--- " ³o¬O¥á¤@­Ó¦P¨Æ¡A Ryu ªº¾A·í¤èªk --- ªÖ®¦,±aªþµù!"---
and stretched out atop the rock to sit beside Jun. / ¦Ó¥B¦b³»¤W¦ù®i¥X©¥¥Û¦b¤»¤ë®ÇÃ䧤¡C

He looked over her shoulder. "Whoah!!!" he said, when he saw what she held on her lap, "Is that the new special double-issue of _Racing World_?!" / ¥LÂsÄý¦oªºªÓ¡C "Whoah!!!"¥L»¡,·í¥L¬Ý¨£¦o®³µÛ¦b¦oªº½¥»\¤Wªº®É­Ô ", ¬O¨º·s¤H¯S§OªºÂùijÃD _Áɶ] World_?!"

"Yes." / "¬Oªº".
"COOL!" Joe made a grab for the magazine with one hand while the other clutched her shoulder. / "²D²nªº"! ·í¥t¤@­Ó§ì¨c¤F¦oªºªÓ®É­Ô¡A³ì¬°©M¤@°¦¤âªºÂø»x»s³y¤F§ì´¤¡C
"Hey!" Jun bopped him. "That's my magazine!" / "¶Ù"! ¤»¤ë bopped ¥L¡C "¨º¬O§ÚªºÂø»x"!
He rubbed his head, "I just wanted to see the table of contents!" / ¥LÀ¿¤F¥LªºÀY," §Ú­è­è·Q­n¬Ý¨£¥Ø¿ý"!
"I was going there to see if there was anything you were interested in seeing!" she yelled. "You're so impatient," she pulled the magazine out of his loose grip. / " §Ú¥¿¦b¥h¨º¸Ì¬Ý¨£¦pªG¦³§A¹ï¬Ý¨£·P¿³½ìªº¥ô¦ó¨Æ"! ¦o¤j¥s¡C " §A¬O¦p¦¹¤£­@·Ð",¦o§âÂø»x±q¥Lªº¼eÃPºò´¤©Ô¥X¨Ó¡C

He let go of the magazine and rested his head on her shoulder, "Sorry." / ¥LÅýÂø»x¥h¦Ó¥B¥ð®§¤F¦b¦oªºªÓ¤W¥LÀY,"Ãø¹Lªº".
She glanced at him askance and paged to table of contents, "It's ok." / ¦o±×¦aª`µø¥L¦Ó¥B¼Ð©ú¥Ø¿ýªº­¶¼Æ¨ì,"¥¦¬O ok" ¡C
"I won't do it again." / "§Ú±N¤£¦A°µ¥¦" ¡C
His head stayed on her shoulder. / ¥LªºÀY°±¯d¦b¦oªºªÓ¤W¡C

Both Jun's eyebrows rose but she refrained from comment. / ¨â­Ó¤»¤ëªº¬Ü¤ò¤W¤É¡A¦ý¬O¦o§J¨î¤£­n·N¨£¡C
She found the page and spread it open, "I haven't looked at the article on the new racing engines. Would you like to look at that?" She had to crane her neck to meet his eyes, so close was his head to hers. / ¦oµo²{­¶¦Ó¥B¶Ç§G¥¦°_¨Ó¶}©ñªº,"§Ú¨S¦³¬Ý¦b·sªºÄvÁɤÞÀº¤Wªº¤å³¹¡C §AÄ@·N¬Ý¨º¶Ü?"¦o¥²¶·¦ùÀV¦oªº²ä¤l¹J¨£¥Lªº²´·ú,¦p¦¹ªº±µªñ¨ì¦oªº¬O¥LÀY¡C

"Sure," he replied and in minutes they were deeply engrossed in the article. / "·íµM" ¡A¥LµªÂСA¦Ó¥B¦b¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ¤¤¥L­Ì²`²`¦a¥þ¯«³eª`©ó¤å³¹¡C

Nambu had to call for lunch several times, but it took / Nambu ¥²¶·­n¨D¤ÈÀ\¦n´X¦¸¡A¦ý¬O¥¦®³
Jinpei to bring them back to the waterside. He flicked water at them, dampening Joe's arm and a gorgeous double page cross-section of the Daewoo that was never made so that it ripped in Joe's hand. / Jinpei §â¥L­Ì±a¦^¤ôÃä¡C ¥L»´¼u¦b¥L­Ì¡A§í¨î³ìªº¤âÁu©M¤@­ÓµØÄRªº¨â­¿±q¤£³Q°µªº Daewoo ¥H«K¥¦ªº­¶¸ó³¡¤À¼å¤ô¦b³ìªº¤â¤¤¼¹¶}¡C

Joe sprang off the rock and took after the small boy at a dead-run knocking the magazine out of Jun's hand grinning like a shark. Off went the boy, barefoot and bare-chested, still in his wet trunks and also grinning like a shark. / ³ì¦b¦º¨«¶}¸õ©¥¥Û¦Ó¥B¦æ¬°Á|¤î¹³¤pªº¨k«Ä-±q¹³¤@°¦ÃT³½ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º ªº¤»¤ë¤âºVÂø»x ªº©b¶]¡C ¨«¶}¥h¤F¨k«Ä,¨ª¨¬ªº©M¨ª»rªº-¯Ý, µM¦Ó¦b¥LªºÀã¾ð·F¤¤¥H¤Î¹³¤@°¦ÃT³½ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C

"Jinpei!" Jun yelled. "Come back here and put some clothes on!" / "Jinpei"! ¤»¤ë¤j¥s¡C " ¦b³o¸Ì¦^¨Ó¨Ã¥B©ñ¤@¨Ç¦çªA¦b"¤§¤W!

Jinpei screamed something about big boys not needing to listen to dumb girls and kept running. / Jinpei ¦y¥s¤j¬ù¤jªºªF¦è¨k«Ä¤£»Ý­nÅ¥°×ªº¤k«Ä¸Ü¦Ó¥B«O«ù¬y°Ê¡C
"Joe!" / "³ì"!
He ignored her, too. / ¥L¤]©¿²¤¤F¦o¡C
"Leave him alone!" / "§OºÞ¥L"!
Both boys disappeared over the rise. Jun grabbed up / ¨â­Ó¨k«Ä¹M¤Î¼W¥[®ø¥¢¡C ¤»¤ë§ì¨ú¦b
Jinpei's stuff and followed. / Jinpei's ªº¨Æ±¡¦Ó¥B¸òÀH¡C
The remaining three dried off and changed into their clothes. / ¨º³Ñ¾lªº¤T§Ë°®Â÷¶}¦Ó¥B´«¦¨¥L­Ìªº¦çªA¡C
"I hope Joe doesn't chase him all the way to the house like that," Ken said with concern. / "§Ú§Æ±æ¡A³ì¤£°l®·¥L©Ò¦³ªº¸ô©Ð¤l³ßÅw¨º",ªÖ®¦¥HÃö¤ß»¡¡C

"Jinpei can take care of himself. Why would you worry about it?" Ryu asked. / "Jinpei ¯à·ÓÅU¥L¦Û¤v¡C §A¬°¤°»ò±N·|¬°¥¦¾á¼~?"Ryu °Ý¡C

Nambu supplied the answer, "Because he's prone to ear infections and he'll probably catch cold." / Nambu ¨ÑÀ³¤Fµª®×,"¦]¬°¥L¶É¦V©ó¦Õ¦·¶Ç¬V¡A¦Ó¥B¥L±N¥i¯à³Q·P«_¶Ç¬V·P«_¤F" ¡C
They heard several loud shouts and Jun's high-pitched command to stop. / ¥L­ÌÅ¥¨ì¤F¤@¨Ç¤jÁnªº©I³Û©M¤»¤ëªº¦y¾U«ü¥O°±¤î¡C
"Joe really should know better," Ken said. / "³ì¯uªºÀ³¸Óª¾¹D§ó¦h",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C
Ryu gave him a look. / Ryu µ¹¤©¤F¥L¯«±¡¡C

Nambu nodded in assent. There was a high-pitched squeal --- probably Joe catching up to Jinpei --- / Nambu ¦bÃÙ¦¨¤è­±ÂIÀY¡C ¦³¤@Án¦y¾Uªº¦y¥s --- ¥i¯àª½¨ì Jinpei ®·®» ªº³ì ---
followed by a slightly deeper one --- probably Jinpei getting loose somehow. / Âǵۤ@­Ó¨Ç·L¤ñ¸û²`¸òÀH --- ¥i¯à¤£ª¾¦ó¬G±o¨ì¸Ñ©ñ ªº Jinpei¡C

"I might as well start preparing that lecture now." / "§Ú³Ì¦n¶}©l²{¦b·Ç³Æ¨º¤@­ÓºtÁ¿" ¡C

Ryu and Ken exchanged looks, unsure as to whether / Ryu ©MªÖ®¦¥æ´«¤F®e»ª, ¤£ªÖ©wªºÃö©ó¬O§_
Nambu was making a joke. / Nambu ¥¿¦b»s³y¤@­Ó¯º¸Ü¡C

Later on, Dr. Nambu had to administer that lecture with modifications. Modifications that added another ten minutes to Joe's sitting time. Modifications that had everything to do with the water Nambu found pooling in the drive way. / µy«á¦b,¤§¤WNambu ³Õ¤h¥²¶·¥Î­×¥¿ºÞ²z¨º¤@­ÓºtÁ¿¡C §â¥t¥~¤Q¤ÀÄÁ¥[¤J³ì®y¦ì¦w±Æ®É¶¡ªº­×¥¿¡C ¦³¤F¨C¥ó¨Æª«¥H³Qµo²{¥H¾r¨®¤è¦¡§iµoªº¤ô Nambu °µªº­×¥¿¡C

Not only had Joe chased Jinpei into exhaustion but he'd forgotten to shut off the water in the bathroom when he'd re-filled the furo. / ¤£¦ýÅý³ì°l®· Jinpei ¶i¯h¾Î¤§¤º¦Ó¥B·í¥L¦³¦A¸Ëº¡¤F furo ªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¤w¸g§Ñ°O¦b¯D«Ç¤¤Ãö³¬¤ô¡C
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2.
Joe seethed as he wrung out the last rag. Even if leaving the water running when he refilled the furo was his fault, there was no reason to take away his privilege of sleeping late in the mornings. / ³ì seethed ·í°µ¥L wrung ¥X¦Û¨º³Ì«áÙ^Ùg¡C §Y¨Ï¯d¤U¤ô¶]·í¥L¦A±N furo ª`º¡ªº®É­Ô¬O¥Lªº¹L¥¢,¨S¦³²z¥Ñ¨ú¨«¥L¦b¦­±áµy±ß®ÉºÎıªº¯SÅv¡C

It wasn't like he was in the military or nothing. / ¥¦¬O¤£¹³¥L¬O¦b­x¶¤©Î¨S¨Æ¤¤¡C

He squinted skyward and saw that the sun hung low in the west. Already the light had mellowed. / ¥L¦V¤ÑªÅ¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨£¡A¤Ó¶§¦Q¤F¦è³¡ªº§CÂI¡C ¥ú¤w¸g¦¨¼ôªº¤F¡C

Shit. He'd have to hurry. / ÁT¡C ¥L±N·|¥²¶·¶Ê«P¡C

He checked the bathroom and affected hallways, saw that they were as dry as they'd been before he'd flooded the house. Yelled that he was leaving and headed out. He passed the glassed in walkway at a run. Ryu was bundled up in a sweater and jeans. He waved. Joe didn't wave back. He was still mad at Ryu. Ryu, like the others hadn't helped to restore the house to rights. / ¥LÀˬd¤F¯D«Ç¦Ó¥B¼vÅT¤F¨«´Y, ¬Ý¨£¥L­Ì¬O¦p°®ªº·í¥L­Ì¦³¬O¦b¥L¦³¥ÆÀݤF©Ð¤l¤§«e¡C ¤j¥s¥L¥¿¦bÂ÷¶}¨Ã¥B¥Xµo¡C ¥L³q¹L¨º¦b©b¶]ªº¨«¹D¤¤¬Á¼þ¡C Ryu ³Q®¹¦b¤ò¦ç©M¤û¥J¿Ç¤¤¤W­±¡C ¥L´§»R¡C ³ì¨S¦³¦V«á¦a´§»R¡C ¥L¹ï Ryu ¤´µM¬OºÆ¨gªº¡C Ryu,¹³¨ä¾lªÌ¨S¦³À°§U¦^´_¹ïÅv§Qªº©Ð¤l¡C

If there was one thing he liked about this part of the vacation, it was his sunset place. There was a narrow screen of trees, right by the cliffs edge through which he could see all the way to the coast. As far as he could tell only he knew about it. He'd found it the first day there, and every late afternoon he made his way to the spot where stone wall met flaking branch. / ¦pªG¦³¥L³ßÅwÃö©ó°²´Áªº³o¤@­Ó³¡¥÷ªº¨Æ¤@¥ó¨Æª«,¥¦¬O¥Lªº¤é¸¨¦a¤è¡C ¦³¾ðªº¤@­Ó¯U¯¶ªº¿Ã¹õ¡A¥L¥i¥H¬Ý¨£©Ò¦³ªº¸ô®ü©¤ªºÄa±VÃä½tªºÅv§Q¡C ·í°µ»»»·¦a·í¥L¥u¥i¥H§i¶D¥Lª¾¹D¥¦¤§®É¡C ¥L¤w¸g¦b¨º¸Ìµo²{¥¦²Ä¤@¤Ñ, ©M¨C¤@¤È«á©³¥L»s³y¤F¨ì¥ÛÀYÀð¾À¹J¨£­é¸¨³¡ªùªº¦aÂI¥L¸ô¡C
When he spotted the tree his stride lengthened, but then he saw that his spot was already occupied and drew up in disappointment. / ·í¥L¬Ý¨£¤F¥Lªº¤j¨B¥[ªøªº¾ð®É­Ô¡A¦ý¬OµM«á¥L¬Ý¨£¥Lªº¦aÂI¤w¸g³Q¦û»â¨Ã¥B¦b¥¢±æ¤è­±ÀÀ­q¡C
Jun had found his place. / ¤»¤ë¤w¸gµo²{¥Lªº¦a¤è¡C
She sat cross-legged, oblivious to him. The light dipped her amber except where it skimmed of the contours of her face and neck white-gold. / ¦o§¤µÛ½LµÛ»Lªº, ©ö§Ñªº¹ï¥L¡C ³Q®û¦oªºµ[¬Ä¦âªº¥ú°£¥¦¦oªºÁy©M²ä¤lªºµ¥°ª½u¥Õª÷²¤Åªªº¦a¤è¡C
"You're in my spot," Joe said. / "§A¬O¦b§Úªº¦aÂI¤¤",³ì»¡¡C

Jun's head whipped around. She wore a smile of welcome, which faded when she saw that Joe was upset. "There's room for the both us..." / ¤»¤ëªºÀY½Âà¡C ¦o­±±a¤FÅwªïªº¤@­Ó·L¯º, ¤w¿Æ¦âªº·í¦o¬Ý¨£³ì³QÄAÂЪº®É­Ô¡C "¬°¨âªÌ¤H¦³©Ð¶¡§Ú­Ì¡C¡C¡C"
Joe stepped up beside her and gave her a dark look out of the corner of his eye. As scary looks went it ranked pretty high. / ³ì¦b¦o®ÇÃä¥[³t¦Ó¥B±q¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨µ¹¤©¤F¦o¶Â·tªº¯«±¡¡C ·í®e©ö¨üÅ媺®e»ª¶]¥¦±Æ¦C¤Fº}«Gªº°ª«×¡C

"Fine," she said, and swung off the edge one-handed, "be a jerk. Hog the sunset." / "«Ü¦n", ¦o»¡, ¦Ó¥B¨«¶}·nÂ\¨ºÃä½t¤@¶Ç»¼ªº ",¬O¤@­Ó©Ê±¡¥j©Çªº¤H¡C ½Þ¤é¸¨¡C"
She couldn't take her eyes off it, though. / ¦o¤£¥i¥H²æ±¼¦oªº²´·ú¥¦,ÁöµM¡C

Joe made a noise, a sharp exhalation that rattled against the back of his throat and planting both hands on the ledge sprang up onto it. Putting his hand atop hers he said, "Stay." / ³ì»s³y¤F¾¸­µ,¤@­Ó¨Ï¹ï§Ü¨âªÌ¶Ç»¼©¥¬[ªº¥L«|³ï©MºØ´Óªº­I­±¹Ç¹ÇÅTªº¾U§Q©I®ð¦b¥¦¤§¤W¸õ°_¨Ó¡C ¦b³»¤W©ñ¥Lªº¤â¦o¥L»¡,"°±¯d".

Currents of hot pink began to appear in the sky. / ¼öªº¯»¬õ¦âªº´é¬y¶}©l¦b¤ÑªÅ¤¤¥X²{¡C
"I don't want to hog the sunset." / "§Ú¤£¹ï½Þ·Q­n¤é¸¨" ¡C
She bit her lip, hesitating. / ¦o«r¤F¦oªº®B,µS¿Ý¡C
"Please?" he added out of the side of his mouth. / "½Ð"? ¥LÂ÷¶}¥Lªº¼LÃä¼W¥[¡C
He kept his eye on the sky as she climbed up beside him. / ·í¦o¦b¥L®ÇÃ䪦¤Wªº®É­Ô¡A¥L«O«ù¤F¦b¤ÑªÅ¤Wªº¥L²´·ú¡C
She had to lean close in order to get the full view. / ¦o¥²¶·¬°¤F­n±o¨ì¥R¨¬ªºµø³¥ , ±µªñ¦a­Ê¾a¡C
Crickets whined their melodies and the occasional insect winged its way around them. The wind, much gentler than that morning, blew the clouds far out into the sea, the sun slipped like an egg behind a thin swath of cloud. / ÁµÁ¬¦b¥L­Ì©P³òµo¥X¶ã¶ãÁn¤F¥L­Ìªº¦±¤l©M°¸µMªº©øÂΦ³Álªº¥¦¤èªk¡C ­·,¤ñ¤µ¤Ñ¦­±á·Å©M³\¦h, §j¶³»·ªº¶i¤J®ü¬v¤§¤º¦b¥~¡A³Q·Æ­Ëªº¤Ó¶§³ßÅw¦b¶³ªº¤@­Ó½Gªº¤@¤j¤ù«á­±ªº¤@­Ó³J¡C

Joe's stomach made its emptiness known. / ³ìªº­Gµoªí¡C
Jun snorted. / ¤»¤ë¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l¡C
"Was that you?" Joe asked, "who made that completely unfeminine sound?" / " ¨º¬O§A"? ³ì°Ý," ½Öµo¥X¤F¨ººØ§¹¥þ¤£¤k©ÊªºÁn­µ"?
She giggled before answering. "No, but I've got some dried squid if you want," and pulled a bag of said snack out of her pocket. / ¦o¦b¦^µª¤§«e¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C "¤£¡A¦ý¬O¦pªG§A·Q­n¡A§Ú¤w¸g±o¨ì¤@¨Ç°®Àꪺ¯Q¸é", ¦Ó¥B§â¤@³U³Q»¡ªº¤p¦Y±q¦oªº¤f³U©Ô¥X¨Ó¡C
"Unh-unh," Joe said, "disgusting." / "Unh-unh",³ì»¡ ",¥O¤H¹½´c".
"What's wrong with it?" she asked, nibbling on a few strands. / "¥¦«ç»ò¤F "? ¦o°Ý,¦b¤@¨ÇÀؤW¤@ÂI¤@ÂI¦a«r¡C
"You mean 'what's right with it'. One day, Jun, I'm gonna introduce you and the guys to real snacks." / "§A·N¿× '¥Ñ©ó¥¦Åv§Q¬O¤°»ò' ¡C ¤Ñ,¤»¤ë,§Ú±N­n¤¶²Ð¯u¥¿ªº¤p¦Yµ¹§A©M³Ã¥ë»{ÃÑ¡C"

"You mean Italian ones?" Jun asked. / "§A·N¿×¸q¤j§Q¤@¨Ç"? ¤»¤ë°Ý¡C

"The Italians like to take credit for them. I'm talkin' 'bout the stuff that originated in my country. Stuff like pizzeli, cannoli, torta al mascarpone, panna cotta, profiterole, cannoli, buccino, zabaglione. Did I mention cannoli?" / "¸q¤j§Q¤H³ßÅw¬°¥L­Ì±Ä¨ú«H¥Î¡C §Ú¬O talkin'' ¦¸¦b§Úªº°ê®a¤¤¶}©lªº¨Æ±¡¡C ¸Ë¶ñ¬Û¦üªº pizzeli ¡A cannoli ¡A torta al mascarpone ¡A panna µu¥Õ¦ç¡A profiterole ¡A cannoli ¡A buccino ¡A¸q¤j§QµæÀa¡C §Ú´£¨ì cannoli ¶Ü?"
The strange words rolled pleasantly against her ears, full, and clear, and soft. / ©_©Çªº¦r´r§Ö¦a±²¹ï§Ü¦oªº¦Õ¦·¡A¥þ³¡, ¦Ó¥B²M°£, ©M³nªº¡C
"I think so. What were all the names again?" / "§Ú³o»ò»{¬°¡C ¦A¤@¦¸©Ò¦³ªº¦W¦r¬O¤°»ò?"
Joe leaned back and took a deep breath. His voice was thoughtful, reverent, "Pizzelis, these really thin cookies that melt in your mouth. They look like lace. / ³ì¦V«á¦a­Ê¾a¦Ó¥B§@¤F²`ªº©I§l¡C ¥LªºÁn­µ¬O²`«äªº¡M´L·qªº,"Pizzelis,³o¨Ç¯uªº¨Ï¦b§Aªº¼L¤¤¿Ä¤Æªº»æ°®ÅÜÁ¡¡C ¥L­Ì¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¹¢±a¤@¼Ë¡C
And then there's torta al marscapone, better than any cheese cake. My mother, she used buy panna cotta al caramello from the bakery for special occasions---" / µM«á¦³ torta al marscapone ¡A¤ñ¥ô¦ó¦nªº°®¹T³J¿|¡C §Úªº¥À¿Ë, ¦o¨Ï¥Î¬°¯S§Oªº³õ¦X¶R¨Ó¦ÛÄÑ¥]©±ªº panna µu¥Õ¦ç al caramello---"
"What a pretty name..." / "¯u¬Oº}«Gªº¦W¦r°Ú¡C¡C¡C"
"Panna cotta al caramello? Yeah, I guess it is. But that stuff was really for special occasions. One day we're gonna have to go back to Sicily, all of us in the summertime, just to eat profiteroles. You'll never call dried squid a real snack again. Profiteroles are light little balls of dough that taste like lemon and sugar and chocolate and cream...all at once..." / "Panna µu¥Õ¦ç al caramello? ¬Oªº,§Ú²q´ú¥¦¬O¡C ¦ý¬O¨ººØ¨Æ±¡¯uªº¬Oµ¹¯S§Oªº³õ¦X¡C ¦³¤@¤Ñ§Ú­Ì¥¿¦b¥h¥²¶·¦^¥h Sicily, §Ú­Ì¥þ³¡¦b®L, ¥u¬O¦Y profiteroles¡C §A¦A¤@¦¸±NµLªkºÙ°®Àꪺ¯Q¸é¬°¤@­Ó¯u¥¿ªº¤p¦Y¡C Profiteroles »´¸Ë¦a¬O¤pÀ|°_¨Ó¹³ÂfÂc©M¿}©M¥©§J¤O©M¨Å¹T¤@¼Ëªº¥ÍÄѹΪº²y¡C¡C¡C¬ðµM¡C¡C¡C"
Your favorites, Jun thought, her eyes drifting from the glorious sky to Joe's face. / §Aªº³ßÅw¨Æª«,¤»¤ë·Q,¦oªº±q¥úºaªº¤ÑªÅ¨ì³ìªºÁyº}¬y ªº²´·ú¡C
"And there's always canolli," he was saying, "Smooth and rich on the inside, crispy on the outside..." / " ¦Ó¥BÁ`¬O¦³ canolli",¥L¥¿¦b»¡ ", ¥­·Æªº©M´I¦³ªº¦b¤º³¡¤W, ©ö¸Hªº¦b¥~­±¤W¡C¡C¡C"

She liked how happy he looked. He wasn't grinning like a shark, he was grinning like Ken. Joe fell silent, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. / ¦o³ßÅw¦p¦ó§Ö¼Öªº¥L¬Ý¡C ¥L¤£¦b¹³¤@°¦ÃT³½ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,¥L¹³ªÖ®¦¤@¼Ë¥¿¦bÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C ³ì¶^¸¨¨HÀqªº,±q¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨ª`µø¦o¡C

She turned to catch the last of the sunset. The soft turquoise sky had faded into dark, swimmy blue. / ¦o·Ç³Æ®·®»¤é¸¨ªº³Ì«áªÌ¡C ³nªº¤g¦Õ¨ä¥É¤ÑªÅ¦³¤w¿Æ¦âªº¶i¤J¶Â·t¤§¤º, ÂŦ⪺ swimmy¡C

"Canolli," said, squinting into the distance, her cropped hair rippling like grass in the light breeze, "is that like tempura ice-cream?" / "Canolli",»¡,¶i¤J¶ZÂ÷¤§¤º¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´, ¦o¦¬³Î¤F¹³·L­·ªº¯ó¤@¼ËªºÀY¾v°_º§º¬ ", ¬O¬Û¦üªº tempura ¦B²N²O"?

Joe made another face, "Never in a hundred years. A cannoli is like," he frowned, and while he frowned dusk rolled over the last vestiges of the day, "cannoli is like a rolled up, sweet, wheat flour cracker filled with a special kind of smooth, creamy cheese and candied fruit and nuts." / ³ì»s³y¤F¥t¤@­ÓÁy," ±q¤£¦b¦Ê¦~¤¤¡C cannoli ¬O¦PÃþ,"¥L½K¬ÜÀY¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L½K¬ÜÀY¤F¦b¨º¤Ñªº³Ì«á¤@­Ó¿ò¸ñ¤§¤W³Q±²ªºÁ¡¼Ç®É­Ô ", cannoli ¬O¹³¤@±²°_,²¢»e,¤p³ÁÄѯ»»æ°®¸Ëº¡¥­·Æªº, §t¨Å¯×ªº°®¹T©M»eÀ^©M°íªGªº¤@­Ó¯S§OªºÃþ«¬¡C"
"Cheese?" Jun turned to look at him, "like on pizza?" / "°®¹T"? ¤»¤ë·Ç³Æ¬Ý¥L,"¦b¤ñÂĤWªº¦PÃþ"?
"Yeah," he said matter-of-factly, "sweetened with sugar." / "¬Oªº",¥L»¡¤F¨Æ¥ó--¨Æ¹ê ",¥H¿}¨ÏÅܲ¢".
She made a face. "And you think dry squid is bad." / ¦o»s³y¤F¤@­ÓÁy¡C " ¦Ó¥B§A»{¬°°®ªº¯Q¸é«ÜÃa" ¡C
"It is!" / "¥¦¬O"!

A cold wind blew in from the sea. / ´H§Nªº­·§j¦b±q®ü¬v¡C
"Whatever," Jun said. "All this talk about dinner has made me hungry." / "¥ô¦óªº",¤»¤ë»¡¡C "Ãö©ó±ßÀ\ªº©Ò¦³½Í¸Ü¤w¸g¨Ï§ÚÄȾj" ¡C

Joe's stomach rumbled. Jun jumped down and held out her hand. "C'mon, let's go back before you starve to death." / ³ìªº­Gµo¶©¶©Án¡C ¤»¤ë¸õÅD¤U¨Ó¦Ó¥B¦ù¥X¦oªº¤â¡C "¦b§A¾j±o­n¦º¦º¤F¤§«e , C'mon, Åý§Ú­Ì¦^¥h" ¡C
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3.
His name meant extremely peaceful and his nature was as peaceful as that of many little boys his age, for like many little boys his age he knew not the meaning of fear and had no respect for gravity. As such he was at peace in almost any situation, now matter how loud, violent or strange. / ¥Lªº¦W¦r«D±`¦a·N¿×©M¥­ªº¦Ó¥B¹³¨º¤@¼Ëªº©M¥­³\¦h¤p¨k«Ä¥Lªº¦ÛµM¬O¥Lªº¦~ÄÖ,¹ï©ó¦PÃþ³\¦h¤p¨k«Ä¥Lªº¦~ÄÖ¥Lª¾¹D¤£®£Äߪº·N¸q¨Ã¥B¬°¦a¤ß¤Þ¤O¨S¦³·q·N¡C ¦P¼Ë¦a¥L¦b´X¥G¥ô¦óªº±¡§Î©M¥­, ²{¦b¦³­«¤jÃö«Y¦p¦ó¤jÁnªº¡M¼É¤Oªº©Î©_©Çªº¡C

A times it made living with him a frightful thing. / ®É¥N¥¦¹ï¥L»s³y¬¡¤@¥ó¥i©Èªº¨Æª«¡C
Tonight, however, Jinpei was just a slightly ill little boy. / ¤µ±ß¡AµM¦Ó¡A Jinpei ¥u¬O¤@­Ó¨Ç·L¥Í¯f¤p¨k«Ä¡C
He stood at the head of his sister's bed, one of his bare feet crossed over the other, hoping in a fevered sort of way that the waves of misery rolling off of him would wake her up and bring her to his rescue. / ¥L¦b¥Lªº©n©f§ÉÀY¯¸¥ß,¥Lªº¨ª»r¸}¤§¤@¸ó¶V¥t¤@­Ó, ¥H¤@µo¿NªººØ¤è¦¡§Æ±æ¨«¶}¥Lºu°Ê ªº´dºG®ö¼é±N·|¥s¿ô¦o¨Ã¥B±a¦o¥h¥Lªº´©±Ï¡C

It wasn't working. / ¥¦¤£¬O¤u§@ªº¡C

"Oneechan," said Jinpei, his voice, transparently thin in the cold air, gentling the slangy honorific. / "Oneechan", Jinpei ¡A¥LªºÁn­µ»¡, ³z©ú¦a¦b§NªÅ®ð¤¤ÅÜÁ¡,·Å©Mªº¨½»y·q»y¡C
"Oneechan," he said a fraction louder. He wiped at his nose with his sleeve, "Oneechan?" / "Oneechan",¥L§ó°ªÁn¦a»¡¤F¤@­Ó¤À¼Æ¡C ¥L¦b©M¥Lªº³S¥L»ó¤lÀ¿,"Oneechan"?

No answer. / ¨S¦³µª®×¡C
He tugged at the thick material near her head with tentative fingers. It got no reaction. / ¥L¦b©M¸ÕÅç©Êªº¤â«ü¦b¦oªºÀYªþªñªº«p§÷®Æ¥Î¤O©Ô¡C ¥¦¨S¦³¤F¤ÏÀ³¡C
OK, he'd have to talk a little louder. He bent closer to her ear, "Oneechan!" / ¦n¡A¥L±N·|¥²¶·µy·L§ó°ªÁn»¡¸Ü¡C ¥LÅs¦±¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¨ì¦o¦Õ¦·,"Oneechan"!
Still she slept. / ¨Ï¦oºÎ¦wÀR¡C
The boy blew on his cold fingers as he considered his options. He could either go back to sleep or he could take care of his business himself. He wiped at his nose again and then, to his surprise, sneezed loudly --- and wetly. / ·í¥L¦Ò¼{¤F¥Lªº¿ï¶µ®É­Ô¡A¨k«Ä¦b¥Lªº´H§N¤â«ü¤W§j¡C ¥L¥i¥H©Î¦^¥hºÎı§_«h¥L¥i¥H·ÓÅU¥Lªº¥Í·N¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¥L¦A¤@¦¸¦b¥Lªº»ó¤lÀ¿µM«á¡A¥O¥LÅå³Y¦a¡A¤jÁn¦a¥´¼QÀ¡ --- ¦Ó¥B wetness¡C
Jun came awake with a start. / ¤»¤ë¨Ó¿ôªº¥Ñ©ó¤@­Ó¶}©l¡C
Oh-oh. / ®@-ªí¥ÜÅå³Y¡C
"Jinpei?" she croaked as if from the bottom of a deep well. / "Jinpei"? ¦oÜÓÜÓ¥s¦n¹³±q²`¤J¦nªº©³³¡¡C
"Please---" he said, "Oneechan, I want some milk." / "½Ð ---" ¥L»¡ ",Oneechan,§Ú·Q­n¤@¨Ç¤û¥¤".
There was a long silence. Jun was very much aware that as cold as the air on her face was making her, she'd be a lot colder if she got up to either put Jinpei back into bed or get him milk. Finally Jun spoke, "Go back to bed; you're not thirsty." / ¦³¤@°}ªøªº¨HÀq¡C ¤»¤ë«D±`ª¾¹D¨º¹³¦b¦oªºÁy¤WªÅ®ð¤@¼Ë´H§N¥¿¦bµo°Ê¦o, ¦o±N·|¬O«Ü¦h¤ñ¸û´H§Nªº¦pªG¦o¶i¤J§É¤§¤º»°¤W©Î§â Jinpei ©ñ¦^­ì³B©Î±o¨ì¥L²£¨Å¡C ³Ì«á¤»¤ë»¡," ¦^¥h©T©w; §A¤£¬O¤f´÷ªº¡C

Jinpei pulled the covers away from his sister's head, / Jinpei ©Ô¤F±»Å@»·Â÷¥Lªº©n©fÀY,
"Yes, I am." / "¬Oªº, §Ú¬O" ¡C

"What about---" Jun croaked. She licked her dry lips and tried again, "What about the water I put on the table next to you?" / " ¤°»ò¤j¬ù---"¤»¤ëÜÓÜÓ¥s¡C ¦o¦A¤@¦¸»Q¤F¦oªº°®®B¦Ó¥B¹Á¸Õ,"§Ú¬ï¤Wºò¾F§Aªº®à¤l¤ô«ç»ò¼Ë"?

"It's frozen," he whispered his breath clouding the air between them. / "¥¦³Q­áµ²",¥L¦Õ»y¤F¥Lªº¥H¶³¾B±Í¦b¥L­Ì¤§¶¡ªºªÅ®ð ªº©I§l¡C
"Frozen?" / ­áµ²?
Jun closed her eyes. Maybe if she ignored him he'd go away. / ¤»¤ëÃö³¬¤F¦oªº²´·ú¡C ¤]³\¦pªG¦o©¿²¤¤F¥L±N·|¨«¶}ªº¥L¡C
Flinging her sheets and blankets aside and crawled in next to her, his slight, bony weight hardly disturbing the bed. / ¦b¤@Ãä§ë¦oªº±i©M¤ò´à¦Ó¥Bª¦¦æ¦bºò¾F¦o¡A¥Lªº»´½°,­è­è·ÐÂZ§Éªº¦p°©­«¶q¡C

Her expression softening as his slight, bony weight settled against her Jun asked, "Shouldn't you be in bed?" / ¦oªºªí¹F³n¤Æ³B²z¦p¥Lªº»´½°¡A¦p°©ªº­«¶q¦w¹y¹ï§Ü¦oªº³Q°Ý¤»¤ë,"§A¤£À³¸Ó¦bºÎı¶Ü"?

"I am," Jinpei whispered snuggling down next to her. "You smell nice, Oneechan." / "§Ú¬O",Jinpei ¦Õ»yºò¾F¦o®Áªñ¤U¨Ó¡C "§A»D°_¨Ó«Ü¬ü¦n,Oneechan".
Jun smiled ruefully, "Suck-up." / ¤»¤ë´d¶Ë¦a·L¯º,"§l-¼W¥[".
"I think I have a fever," he said in his smallest voice. / "§Ú»{¬°¡A§Úµo¿N",¥L¦b¥L³Ì¤pªºÁn­µ¤¤»¡¡C
Jun and pressed her lips to his forehead, then checked with her hand. He had no such thing. / ¤»¤ë¦Ó¥BÀ£¦oªº®B¹ï¥Lªº«eÃB, µM«á¥H¦oªº¤âÀˬd¡C ¥L¨S¦³¦p¦¹ªº¨Æª«¡C

"Just go back to bed, Jinpei." / " ¶È¶È¦^¥h©T©w,Jinpei".
He shook his head and latched his arm around hers. / ¥L¦b¦oªº©P³ò·nÀY¦Ó¥B¥H­¬®ê¦í¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C
"I thought you were too old to share a bed with me?" / "§Ú·Q§A¬O¤Ó¦Ñ¦ÓµLªk»P§Ú¤À¨É¤@±i§É"?
asked Jun. / ¤»¤ë°Ý¡C

"I am. You're bed's warm..." / "§Ú¬O¡C §A¬O§É«Ü·Å·x¡C¡C¡C"
Jun gazed at him with mock gravity. / ¤»¤ë¥H°²ªº¦a¤ß¤Þ¤Oª`µø¥L¡C
He was too tired to understand her expression. / ¥L¬O¤Ó¯h²Ö¦ÓµLªk¤F¸Ñ¦oªºªí¹F¡C
"Just don't tell my anikis." His eyes drifted shut. / "´N¬O¤£§i¶D§Úªº anikis" ¡C º}¬yªº¥L²´·úÃö¤W¡C
"Because you're a big boy?" Jun asked softly. / "¦]¬°§A¬O¤jªº¨k«Ä"? ¤»¤ë¬X©M¦a°Ý¡C
"...yeah..." / ".¡C¡C¬Oªº¡C¡C¡C"

"'kay, Jinpei," Jun said moving closer to the wall to give him more room. / "'K ¦r,Jinpei", ¤»¤ë»¡²¾°Ê¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¨ìÀð¾Àµ¹¥L§ó¦hªº©Ð¶¡¡C
Folding his hands beneath his chin Jinpei looked up at her, "Milk, please? With sugar and 'nilla?" / ¦b¥Lªº¤U¤Ú Jinpei ¤§¤Uªº§éÅ|¥L¤â¬Ý¦b¦o¤W­±,"¤û¥¤,½Ð? Âǥѿ}©M 'nilla?"
"I'm tired Jinpei," Jun whined, then hissed as he wedged his icy feet between the mattress and her warm skin. The sensation made her skin crawl. / "§Ú¬O¯h²Öªº Jinpei",¤»¤ëµo¥X¶ã¶ãÁn, µM«áµo¥X¼NÁn·í¥L·¤¦í¤F¦b©³¹Ô©M¦oªº·Å·x¥Ö½§¤§¶¡ªº¥L¦B¸}¡C ·Pı¨Ï¦oªº¥Ö½§¦¨¬°ª¦¦æ¡C

Bastard. / ¨p¥Í¤l¡C
"You know sometimes I hate you, right?" she groused, grappling with the covers and getting out of bed. The chill air pricked through her pajamas like pins. Fast as she could she pulled on her robe, then jerked Jinpei's much smaller one around her shoulders. / " §A¦³®Éª¾¹D§Ú¼¨«ë§A,¹ï¤£¹ï"? ¦o®I«è,¥H±»Å@§ì¦í¦Ó¥BÂ÷¶}§É¡C ´H§NªºªÅ®ð¨ë¹L¹³¤jÀY°w¤@¼Ëªº¦oºÎ¦ç¡C ÂN§Ù·í¦o¦o¥i¥H¦b¦oªº¼eÃPªø³T¤W©Ô,µM«á¦b¦oªºªÓ©P³òµjÅË Jinpei's ªº«D±`¤pªº¡C

Watching her, Jinpei rolled into the warm place she'd left behind and drew the covers around him with a contented sigh. "Thank you, 'Neechan." His eyelashes fluttered closed, "you're the best." / ¬Ý¦o,Jinpei ¶i¤J¦o¥H¤@Ánº¡¨¬ªº¼Û®§¦³¦b¥L©P³ò¯d¤U¦Ó¥B¤Þ°_±»Å@ªº·Å·x¦a¤è¤§¤º±²¡C "ÁÂÁ§A,'Neechan". ¥Lªº³QÂ\°Êªº·û¤òÃö³¬,"§A¬O³Ì¦n" ¡C
Rubbing her shoulders and hopping from foot to foot she glared down at him, "Really hate you." / ±q¸}¨ì¸}À¿¦oªºªÓ¦Ó¥B³æ¸}¸õ¦o¦b¥Lµo¯t¥ú¤U¨Ó,"¯uªº¼¨«ë§A".
Jinpei smiled placidly. She tucked him in, saw that the water in his glass was indeed frozen over the top, checked his bed, saw that his sheets were slightly damp (so, he had had a fever) transferred his box of tissues to her bedside, and shuffled to the kitchen. / Jinpei ¥­ÀR¦a·L¯º¡C ¦o¥´¾îÁ·¤F¥L¦b, ¿÷¤l¥Lªº¬Á¼þ¤ô½T³Q­áµ²¶W¹L­­«× ,Àˬd¤F¥Lªº§É, ¿÷¤l¥Lªº±i¨Ç·L¼é·Ãªº (¦p¦¹, ¥L¦³¦³µo¿N) Âಾ¥LªºÁ¡¯½Â´«~ªº²°¤l¨ì¦oªº§ÉÃä, ¦Ó¥B©ì¦²¨ì¼p©Ð¡C
Man, Jun thought as she made her way down the darkened hall, heater's probably broken. Her breath dragonned ahead of her. She shook her head: the things she did for love. / ¨k¤H , ¤»¤ë»{¬°¦o§â¦oªº¤èªk»s³y¤U¨Ó³Q§Ë·tªºªùÆU, ¥[¼ö¾¹¥i¯à³Q¥´¯}¡C ¦oªº©I§l¦b¦o¤§«eÀs¡C ¦o·nÀY: ¨Æª«¦o¬°·R°µ¡C
Light rimmed the shut door, warm and beckoning. / ³QÆ^ÃäÃö³¬ªºªù¥ú, ÅÜ·Å·x¦Ó¥B©Û¤â¡C
She pushed through and found Joe sitting at the counter, wrapped in a quilt and pouring over a thick cook-book. There was a mug of something near his hand. / ¦o±À°Ê¹L¨Ã¥Bµo²{³ì§¤¦bÂd¥x«e,¦b¤@§É´Ö³Q¤¤¥]¸Ë¦Ó¥B¦b¤@­Ó«pªº¼p¤l¤§¤W­Ë-®Ñ¡C ¦b¥Lªº¤âªþªñ¦³¬Y¨Æªº¤@­ÓÁy¡C
He squinted at her through his shaggy bangs, "Hey," / ¥L¦b¦o¸g¹L¥Lªº¤ò¾v½´ÃPªº¯yµM¡A "¶Ù" ¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´,

"Hi," Jun mumbled and shuffled over to a likely looking set of cupboards, "I'm heating milk. You want some?" / "¶Ù" ¡A¤»¤ë³ä³ä¦Ó»y¦Ó¥B©ì¦²¦b¹ï­¹Ãoªº¦³¥i¯àªº¬Ý²Õ¤§¤W ",§Ú¥¿¦b¥[¼ö¤û¥¤¡C §A·Q­n¤@¨Ç?"

"Uh, no," his quilt slipped off one of his shoulders. / "Uh,¤£",¥Lªº´Ö³QÂ÷¶}¥LªºªÓ¤§¤@·Æ­Ë¡C
"That's ok --- Thanks." / " ¨º¬O ok--- ÁÂÁ¡C"
Jun bent to get out a double-boiler. "You're up late," she observed. She walked over to where he was sitting. / ¤»¤ëÅs¦±°k¶]¤@­ÓÂù¼hÁç¡C " §A¦V¤W«Ü±ß",¦oÆ[¹î¡C ¦o¨«¨ì¦b¥L§¤µÛªº¦a¤è¡C
"What is that? A cook-book?" / "¨º¬O¤°»ò? ¤@­Ó¼p¤l-®Ñ?"
"Yeah. Found it," he turned and pointed, "there." / "¬Oªº¡C µo²{¥¦," ¥LÂà¦V©M¦yªº ",¦b¨º¸Ì¡C"
"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully and went to the refrigerator. / "Hmm",¦o²`«ä¦aµo§C­óÁn¦Ó¥B¥h¹q¦B½c¡C
"What?" Joe asked. / "¤°»ò"? ³ì°Ý¡C
"I didn't think you were the cooking type. What are you making?" / "§Ú¨S¦³»{¬°¡A§A¬O²i¶¹Ãþ«¬¡C §A¥¿¦b»s³y¤°»ò?"
"Just reading about it --- making stuff." / " ¶È¶ÈŪÃö©ó¥¦ªº¨Æ --- §@¨Æ±¡¡C"
"Like?" she walked past Joe on the way to the spice-rack. He watched her fingers as plucked the vanilla extract and what looked like nutmeg from the little metal shelves. / "³ßÅw"? ¦o¦b«e©¹ÃĮƪº³~¤¤¶V¹L³ì¨«¸ô-¬[¡C ¥L¬Ý¦oªº¨Ì·Ó©Ôªº¤â«ü­»¯óº^¥Xª«©M¤°»ò±q¤pª÷ÄÝ»sªº¬[¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¦×¨§±F¤@¼Ë¡C

His eyebrow flicked upwards for a fraction of a second. He unleashed a small sigh. "Cannolis." / ¥Lªº¬Ü¤ò¬°¬íªº¤@­Ó¤À¼Æ¥H¤W»´¼u¡C ¥L¸Ñ©ñ¤F¤@Án¤pªº¼Û®§¡C "Cannolis".

"Oh." Jun slipped the extract and nutmeg into a pocket of her robe. "An Italian cookbook?" / "®@". ¤»¤ë·Æ­Ëº^¥Xª«©M¦×¨§±F¶i¦oªº¼eÃPªø³Tªº¤@­Ó¤f³U¤§¤º¡C "¤@¥»¸q¤j§Q­¹ÃÐ"?

He nodded. / ¥LÂIÀY¡C

She turned to look behind her at the sink. She frowned. She should have taken the boiler when she went to get the spices so she could fill it with tap water. That would have been more efficient. / ¦o·Ç³Æ¦b¬~º°¼Ñªº¦o«á­±¬Ý¡C ¦o½K¬ÜÀY¡C ·í¦o¥h±o¨ìÃĮƪº®É­Ô¡A¦oÀ³¸Ó­n±aµN¾¹ªº¡A¦p¦¹¦o¥i¥H±N¥¦¸Ëº¡¦Û¨Ó¤ô¡C ¨º·|¬O§ó¦³®Ä²vªº¡C

Joe watched as she turned her sleepy head from the cooking range, to the sink, to the cooking range, and to the sink again. "You need any help?" he asked. / ·í¦oÂà¦V¤F¨Ó¦Û²i¶¹ªº¦oµt¥FªºÀY½d³òªº®É­Ô¡A³ì¬Ý,¨ì¬~º°¼Ñ, ¨ì²i¶¹½d³ò, ©M¨ì¬~º°¼Ñ¦A¤@¦¸¡C "§A»Ý­n¥ô¦óªºÀ°¦£"? ¥L°Ý¡C

She blinked at him, as if seeing him for the first time that night "...no...thank you. / ¦o¦b¥L¯w²´, ¦n¹³¨º©]±ß²Ä¤@¦¸¬Ý¨£¥L ".¡C¡C¸¹½X¡C¡CÁÂÁ§A¡C
Don't mind me," and turned her back to him and turned on the range. / ¤£­n¯d·N§Ú," ¦Ó¥B§â¦oÂà¦^¥L¦Ó¥B¥´¶}½d³ò¡C
Joe shrugged and bent back to the cookbook, reading the list of ingredients for what had to be the tenth time that evening. Try as he might he could not remember his mother shopping for cannoli stuff. Those ingredients, he imagined, had always been readily on hand: / ³ì¦V«á¦aÁqªÓ¦Ó¥BÅs¦±¨ì­¹ÃÐ,¬°¥²¶·¨º¤Ñ±ß¤W¬O²Ä¤Q¦¸ªºªF¦è¬Ý¦¨¤Àªº¥Ø¿ý¡C ¸Õ·í¥L¥L¥i¯à¬° cannoli ¨Æ±¡¤£¥i¥H°O±o¥Lªº¥À¿ËÁʪ«¶Ü¡C ¨º¨Ç¦¨¤À,¥L³Q·Q¹³,Á`¬O°¨¤W¤w¸g¦b¤â¤W:
ricotta, candied fruit, hazelnuts, fruit sugar, vanilla extract... Where was he going to find ricotta? / ricotta ¡A»eÀ^¡Aºd¹ê¡AªG¿}¡A­»¯óº^¥Xª«¡C¡C¡C ¥L±N­n¦b­þùصo²{ ricotta ©O?
Jun, who was in the process of pouring enough milk for herself and Jinpei, heard him sigh and poured enough for three. She set the range on low flame, sat down beside Joe and shoved her legs under the table cloth. / ¦b¬°¦Û¤v­Ë¥R¨¬ªº¤û¥¤µ{§Ç©M Jinpei ¤¤ªº¤»¤ëÅ¥¨ì¥L¨¬°÷¼Û®§¦Ó¥B­Ë¬°¤T¡C ¦o³Ð¦b§Cªº¤õµK¤Wªº½d³ò, ¦b³ì®ÇÃ䧤¤U¦Ó¥B±ÀÀ½¤F¦b®à¤l¥¬®Æ¤U­±ªº¦o»L¡C
"You miss Sicily," she said sliding close to him and propping her elbows on the table. / "§A·Q©À Sicily",¦o»¡¦b¥Lªºªþªñ·Æ©M¤ä¼µ¦b®à¤l¤Wªº¦o¤â¨y¡C
"Yeah," he said in a quiet voice, "Sometimes." / "¬Oªº",¥L¦b¤@ºØ¦wÀRªºÁn­µ¤¤»¡ ",¦³®É".
The children sat shoulder to shoulder, the opened cook-book before them. Two kitchen clocks, one on the range, and another above the sink, ticked against one another in slow, steady rhythm. / «Ä¤l§¤µÛ¤FªÓªÓ­t, ¨º¥´¶}¼p¤l-¦b¥L­Ì«eªº®Ñ¡C ¤G­Ó¼p©Ð®ÉÄÁ, ¤@¦b½d³ò¤W, ©M¥t¥~¦b¬~º°¼Ñ¤W­±,µe¤Ä¸¹¹ï§ÜºCªº, í©wªº±Û«ß©¼¦¹¡C
Joe watched the gas flames of the range lick against the bottom of the copper bottomed double-boiler. / ³ì¬Ý¤F®Ú¾ÚÂù¼hÁ窺¹ï§Ü»Éªº©³³¡½d³òªº¥Ë´µ¤õµK»Q¡C
"I'm sorry," Jun said. / "¹ï¤£°_",¤»¤ë»¡¡C
There really was no point in going back to Sicily if his parents weren't there. "It's okay," Joe replied. / ¤£¯uªº¦³ÂI¦b¦^¥h Sicily ¤è­±¦pªG¥Lªº¤÷¥À¤£¦b¨º¸Ì¡C " ¥¦¬O¦n",³ìµªÂСC
She stretched out her arms and rested her head against them while yawning mightily. She shuddered once, than again. / ·í±j¯P¦a¥´«¢¤íªº®É­Ô¡A¦o¦ù®i¥X¦oªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥B¥ð®§¤F¹ï§Ü¥L­Ìªº¦oÀY¡C ¦o¾Ô·X´¿¸g, ¶W¹L¦A¤@¦¸¡C
"You want some of this blanket?" Joe asked. / "§A·Q­n¤@¨Ç¤ò´à"? ³ì°Ý¡C
"Thanks," Jun said and ducked under the offered edge. She linked her arm with his. He squeezed tightly on hers with his own then untensed his muscles. They hunched over the table, making themselves very small, creating warmth. Eventually, / "ÁÂÁÂ",¤»¤ë¦b³Q´£¨ÑªºÃä½t¤§¤U»¡¦Ó¥B¨S¤J¤ô¤¤¡C ¦o³s±µ¦oªº¤âÁu¥Lªº¡C ¥L¦b¦oªº¤§¤Wºòºò¦aºò´¤¥Ñ©ó¥L¦Û¤vªºµM«á¤£©Ôºò¥Lªº¦Ù¦×¡C ¥L­Ì¦b®à¤l¤§¤WÅs¸y¾m­I,¨Ï¥L­Ì¦Û¤v«D±`¤p¡A³Ð³y·Å·x¡C ³Ì«á,
Jun's shivers stopped and the thin ache that had set in Joe's hands runnelled away. He hadn't even known he'd been that uncomfortable. / ¤»¤ë¥´Å¸°±¤î¡A¦Ó¥B¤w¸g¦b³ìªº¤â¤¤³]©wªº½Gµh¤pªeÂ÷¶}¡C ¥L¨S¦³¬Æ¦Ü»{ÃÑ¥L¦³¬O¨º»ò¤£µÎªAªº¡C
They watched the blue gas flames lick the bottom of the pan. The timer on the kitchen light expired immersing them in bright dark. With the fluorescents off they could see how moonlight splashed through the skylight and onto the kitchen tiles. / ¥L­Ì¬ÝÂŦ⪺¥Ë´µµI¿N»Q¥­Á窺©³³¡¡C ¦b¼p©Ð¥ú¤Wªº©w®É¾¹´Áº¡¨Ï¥L­Ì³´¤J©ó©ú«Gªº¶Â·t¡C ÂǥѤé¥ú¿O¨«¶}¥L­Ì¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¤ë¥ú¦p¦óÂqÀã¹L¤Ñµ¡©M¦b¼p©Ð¥Ë¤ù¤§¤W¡C
Curls of steam rose from the milk pan. / ¨Ó¦Û¤û¥¤¥­Á窺»]®ðª´ºÀªº±²¦±¡C
Jun wasn't watching. She had her head pillowed on her arm and her eyes were closed. / ¤»¤ë¤£¦b¬Ý¡C ¦o¦oªº¦b¦o¤âÁu©M¦oªº²´·ú¤W³QªºªEÀYÀY¦³³QÃö³¬¶Ü¡C
"Milk's ready," Joe offered and nudged her. / "¤û¥¤ªº²{ª÷",³ì´£¨Ñ¦Ó¥B¥Î¨y»´±À¤F¦o¡C
Jun disentangled herself from him and limped over to the range, "I think my foot's asleep," she said yawning. / ¤»¤ë±q¥LÃP¶}¤F¦o¦Û¤v¦Ó¥B¶_¦æ¦b¨ì½d³ò¡A "§Ú¼ôºÎ¦a·Q§Úªº¸}",¦o»¡¥´«¢¤í¤§¤W¡C
"I think we're both asleep." / " §Ú»{¬°§Ú­Ì¨â­ÓºÎ¼ô¤F" ¡C
She gave a slight shrug and flavored the milk. / ¦oµ¹¤©¤F·L¤pªºÁqªÓ¦Ó¥B½Õ¨ý¤F¤û¥¤¡C
He checked the time --- midnight. / ¥LÀˬd¤F®É¶¡ --- ¤È©]¡C
"You sure you don't want any?" she asked as she pulled out three mugs. "There's enough for three people." / " §A·íµM§A¤£·Q­n¥ô¦ó"? ·í¦o©Ô¥X¤T­ÓÁyªº®É­Ô¡A¦o°Ý¡C "¨º¸Ì¹ï¤T­Ó¤H¬O¥R¨¬ªº" ¡C
"No thanks." / ¨S¦³ÁÂÁÂ.
She exchanged the three mugs for two extra-tall ones, leaned against the counter and poured milk, yawning all the while. / ¦o§â¤T­ÓÁy´«¦¨¤G­ÓÃB¥~¤§ª«- °ªªº¤@¨Ç, ­Ê¾aÂd¥x¦Ó¥B­Ë¤F¤û¥¤, ¥´«¢¤í©Ò¦³ªº¤@·|¨à¡C
He got up and took the mugs from her, "How 'bout you sit here and finish your milk, and I take this to / ¥L°_§É¦Ó¥B®³¤F¨Ó¦Û¦oªºÁy," ¦p¦ó ' ¦¸§A¦b³o¸Ì§¤¦Ó¥B§¹¦¨§Aªº¤û¥¤¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú±a³o¨ì
Jinpei?" / Jinpei?"
Jun smiled, "That would be nice. Thank you." / ¤»¤ë·L¯º,"¨º±N·|«Ü¬ü¦n¡C ÁÂÁ§A¡C"
She sat listening to the clocks tick some more and considered which pots she'd wash first. Joe returned. / ¦o§¤µÛÅ¥¨ì®ÉÄÁ¤Ä¸¹¦A¦h¤@¨Ç¨Ã¥B¦Ò¼{¤F¦o±N·|­º¥ý¬~¨º¤@­Ó³ý¡C ³ìÂkÁÙ¡C
From the way he held the mug she could tell it was still full. / ±q¤èªk¥L®³µÛ¤F¦o¥i¥H§i¶D¥¦¤´µM¬O¥Rº¡ªºÁy¡C
"He was asleep, wasn't he?" she asked. / " ¥LºÎ¼ô¤F, ¥L¤£¬O"? ¦o°Ý¡C
"Yep." / "Yep".
She absorbed the news without comment. Joe sniffed at the mug. It smelled good. / ¦o§l¦¬¤F¨S¦³·N¨£ªº·s»D¡C ³ì¦bÁy¶å¡C ¥¦»D°_¨Ó«Ü¦n¡C
"What's in this?" he asked. / " ¤°»ò¬O¦b³o"? ¥L°Ý¡C
"Sugar, vanilla extract --- nothing fancy." / " ¥[¿}Åܲ¢, ­»¯ó§l¨ú --- ¨S¨Æ·Q¡C"
He took a small sip, encountered the skin, slurped that up and took a proper swallow. It tasted sweet and smooth with a small hint of vanilla. / ¥L±a¤F¤pªº°ã¶¼,¹J¨ì¤F¥Ö½§, °ã­¹¨º´£°ª¦Ó¥B±Ä¨ú¤F¤@­Ó¾A·íªº«|³ï¡C ¥¦¥H­»¯óªº¤@­Ó¤pªº·t¥ÜÀ|°_¨Ó²¢ªº©M¥­·Æ¡C
His voice was hoarse when he spoke. Probably from the milk Jun decided. / ·í¥L»¡ªº®É­Ô¡A¥LªºÁn­µ¬O¨F°×ªº¡C ¥i¯à±q¤û¥¤¤»¤ë¨M©w¡C
"This is uh-- pretty good. Thank you." / "³o¬O uh-- ¬Û·í¦n¡C ÁÂÁ§A¡C"
"You welcome." / "§AÅwªï" ¡C
They drank in silence. / ¥L­Ì¦b¨HÀq¤è­±³Ü¡C
"Jinpei's in your bed, you know." / "§Aªº§É Jinpei's,§Aª¾¹D".
"I know." / "§Úª¾¹D" ¡C
Joe tried again, "Where are you going to sleep?" / ³ì¦A¤@¦¸¹Á¸Õ,"§A¥¿¦b­þ¸Ì¥hºÎı"?
"On his bed, probably." / "¦b¥Lªº§É¤W,¥i¯à".
"But isn't it all germy?" / " ¦ý¬O¥¦¤£¬O©Ò¦³ªº germy"?
"I'll make it up before I sleep on it." / "¦b§Ú¦b¥¦¤WºÎı¤§«e , §Ú±N¨Ï¥¦¦V¤W" ¡C
Joe chuckled, "That little shit is really putting you out, hunh?" / ³ì¦Y¦Yªº¯º,"¤pÁT¥¿¦b¯uªº¨Ï§A´o«ã ,hunh"?
"Thanks to you, yes," her voice tinkled icily. / " ¥Ñ©ó§A,¬Oªº",¦oªºÁn­µ§N¦B¦B¦aµo¥X tinkle ªºÁnÅT¡C
"Sorry." / "Ãø¹Lªº".

Jun cocked her head at him. "I don't think I've ever heard you say sorry, please and thank you as much as I have today." / ¤»¤ëÁq¥ß¤F¦b¥Lªº¦oÀY¡C "§Ú¤£»{¬°¡A§Ú´¿¸g¤w¸gÅ¥¨ì§A»¡°_¨ÓÃø¹Lªº, ½Ð¦Ó¥BÁÂÁ§A·í°µ¦h¤µ¤Ñ·í°µ§Ú¤w¸g".
Joe hid behind a long drink of warm milk. Jun finished hers and when he was done, took his mug and set it with all the other dirty things in the washer. / ³ìÂæb·Å·xªº¤û¥¤¤@ºØªøªº¶¼®Æ«á­±¡C ¤»¤ë§¹¦¨¤F¦oªº¦Ó¥B·í¥L³Q°µªº®É­Ô,±a¤F¥LªºÁy¦Ó¥B¥Î¬~¦ç¾÷ªº©Ò¦³¥t¤@­Ó»êżªº¨Æª«³]©w¥¦¡C
"C'mon, you can help me make the little shit's bed," she said and took his hand, clicking off the kitchen light as they crossed over into the dark hall. Joe gathered his quilt with one arm. / "C'mon, §A¯àÀ°§U§Ú»s³y¤pÁT¬O§É",¦o»¡¦Ó¥B±a¤F¥Lªº¤â,·í¥L­Ì¶i¤J¶Â·tªºªùÆU¤§¤º¸ó¶Vªº®É­Ô¡A«ö¦b¼p©Ð¥~ÂI¿U¡C ³ì¥Î¤@°¦¤âÁu»E¶°¥Lªº´Ö³Q¡C
Only their hands remained warm as they made their hurried way back to Jun and Jinpei's room. / ·í¥L­Ì§â¥L­Ìªº¥^¦£¤èªk»s³y¦^¤»¤ë©M Jinpei's ªº©Ð¶¡®É­Ô¡A°ß¤@ªº¥L­Ì¤â«O«ù«Ü·Å·x¡C
The little boy slept like an angelic being, beneath a higher mound of blankets than Jun remembered. She looked over at his bed, and saw that aside from the sheets and a pillow, it was bare. / ³QºÎªº¤p¨k«Ä³ßÅw¤Ñ¨Ïªº¦s¦b,¦b¤ò´àªº¸û°ª¤g¼[¤§¤U¤ñ¸û¤»¤ë°O±o¡C ¦o¦b¥Lªº§ÉÂsÄý , ©M¿÷¤l°£¤F±i©M¤@­ÓªEÀY¤§¥~¡A¥¦¬O¨ª»rªº¡C
"Opportunist," Jun said sotto voce, echoing a phrase / "¾÷·|¥D¸qªÌ",¤»¤ë»¡¤F sotto voce,ÀHÁnªþ©M¤@­Ó¤ù»y
Dr. Nambu often used. / Nambu ³Õ¤h®É±`¨Ï¥Î¡C
"I did that," Joe replied at similar volume. "I-uh thought he looked cold." / "§Ú°µ¤F¨º",³ì¦b¬Û¦üªºÅé¿nµªÂСC "§Ú-uh ·Q¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó«Ü´H§N".
"I'll go find some blankets. Sheets," she pointed, "are in that drawer," and before Joe could say another word she was gone. / "§Ú±N¥hµo²{¤@¨Ç¤ò´à¡C ±i," ¦o«ü¥X ",¬O¦b¨º¤@­Ó©â±P¤¤",¦b³ì¥i¥H»¡¦o¤£¨£¤Fªº¥t¤@­Ó¦r¤§«e¦Ó¥B¡C
Joe changed the bed, and with a grimace dumped them in the hamper. / ³ì§ïÅܤF§É, ¦Ó¥B»P¤@­Ó­±³¡ªº¬n§á¦b­¹²°¤¤¶É¨ø¥L­Ì
Still no Jun. He sat on top of partially made bed, until the chill drove him between the sheets. He draped his comforter over the top sheet and shivered into relative warmth. / ¤´µM¨S¦³¤»¤ë¡C ¥L§¤¦b³¡¥÷¦a¾Qªº§É³»ºÝ¤W,ª½¨ì´H§N¾r¾p¦b±i¤§¶¡ªº¥L¡C ¥L¥Î¥¬Ã®Âл\¤F¥Lªº¦w¼¢¤H¶W¹L­­«×±i¨Ã¥B¶i¤J¬ÛÃöªº·Å·x¤§¤º¥´Å¸¡C
He fell asleep to the sound of Jinpei's breathing. / ¥LºÎµÛ¤F¨ì Jinpei's ªº©I§lÁn­µ¡C
On the third try he came awake with a start. Jun stood over him, dressed only in her pajamas and biting her lip. / ¦b¥L¨Óªº²Ä¤T­Ó¹Á¸Õ¤W¥H¤@­Ó¶}©l³ê¿ô¡C ¤»¤ë¦b¥L¤§¤W¯¸¥ß,¥u¦³¦b¦oªººÎ¦ç¤¤¬ïµÛ¦Ó¥B«r¦oªº®B¡C
Oh, man ... don't tell me I have to get up... I'm so warm. / ®@, ¨k¤H¡C¡C¡C ¤£­n§i¶D§Ú§Ú¥²¶·°_§É¡C¡C¡C §Ú¬O¦p¦¹·Å·x¡C
"Joe..." / "³ì¡C¡C¡C"
"I'm sorry, Jun," Joe rolled into a sitting position. / "¹ï¤£°_,¤»¤ë",³ì¶i¤J¤@­Ó®y¦ì¦w±Æ¦ì¸m¤§¤º±²¡C
"I guess I fell asleep. My room's all the way on the other side of the house---" / "§Ú²q´ú§ÚºÎµÛ¤F¡C ¦b©Ð¤lªº¥t¤@Ãä¤Wªº§Ú©Ð¶¡ªº©Ò¦³¤èªk---"
She rolled her eyes. "Forget about it, just move over." / ¦o±²¤F¦oªº²´·ú¡C "Ãö©ó¥¦§Ñ°O,¶È¶Èµ²§ô²¾°Ê".
He blinked. / ¥L¯w²´¡C
Jigging in place, she hissed, "Move over before I freeze!" / ¾A·í¶Ã¸õ,¦o³Qµo¥X¼NÁn,"²¾°Ê¹L«×¦b§Ú¤§«e­áµ²"!
He moved over, but not before noticing that she'd piled three quilts on top of him. They fit together like spoons, which was not, in their case, very comfortable. / ¥Lµ²§ô²¾°Ê, ¦ý¬O¤£¦bª`·N¦o¦³°ï°_¤F¦b¥Lªº³»ºÝ¤Wªº¤T§É´Ö³Q¤§«e¡C ¥L­Ì¹³°Í¤@¼Ë¦b¥L­Ìªº±¡ªpµ²¦X,«ÜµÎªA, ¬O¤£¡C
Especially for Joe. / ¤×¨ä¹ï©ó³ì¡C
"Maybe," he said spitting hair out of his mouth, "maybe if I. . ." he turned and faced the wall. / "¤]³\" ¡A¥L±q¥Lªº¼L»¡³è¦RÀY¾v ", ¤]³\¦pªG§Ú¡C ¡C ¡C"¥LÂà¦V¨Ã¥B­±¹ïÀð¾À¡C
"No, that's not right," Jun said and turned around, but if felt strange to have her face pressed into his back. Almost as funny as it felt funny to have her butt pressed against his. / "¤£¡A¨º¤£¬O¥¿½Tªº",¤»¤ë»¡¦Ó¥B¦^¹LÀY, ¦ý¬O¦pªGı±o©_©Ç¶i¤J¥Lªº­I³¡¤§¤ºÀ£¦oªºÁy¡C ´X¥G¹³¥¦¤@¼Ë¦n¯ºÄ±±o¦n¯º¤Ï¹ï¥Lªº³QÀ£¦oªº·ÏÀY¡C

They tried again. The bed sighing as their limbs moved and their weight shifted. Several whispered instructions and one muffled yell later they found their fit. They were both slightly sweaty and lay shoulder to shoulder, Jun's leg flung over Joe's and their hands intercurled. / ¥L­Ì¦A¤@¦¸¹Á¸Õ¡C ¼Û®§¦p¥L­Ìªº¥|ªÏ ªº§É²¾°Ê¡A¦Ó¥B¥L­Ìªº­«¶q§ïÅÜ¡C ³ò»qªº¤@¨Ç³Q¦Õ»yªº«ü¥O©M¤@µy«á¤j¥s¥L­Ìµo²{¥L­Ìªº¾A©y¡C ¥L­Ì¬OªÓ­tªº¨Ç·L¥X¦½©M«U¤HªºªÓ,¤»¤ëªº»L¦b³ì©M¥L­Ìªº¤â intercurled ¤§¤W§ë¡C
There, thought Joe. / ¦b¨º¸Ì¡A³ì·Q¡C
Much better, thought Jun. / §ó¦nªº,·Q¤F¤»¤ë¡C
And off they went to sleep. / ¦Ó¥B¨«¶}¥L­Ì¥hºÎı¡C
That's how it started, with what the people he lived with called breakfast, and his attempt to make it into brunch. / ¨º¬O¥¦¶}©lªº¤è¦¡,ÂǥѥL¥H¥s°µªº¦­À\©~¦í¤°»ò¤H­Ì, ©M¥Lªº¹Á¸Õ¨Ï¥¦¦¨¬°¦­¤ÈÀ\¡C
End / µ²§ô

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Author's Note: / §@®aªºªþµù:
The story takes place before the kagaku ninja tai/Science Ninja Team Gatchaman are put on active duty against Galactor. Joe and Ken are 14, Ryu's 13, and Jun's 12 and Jinpei, Jun's adopted brother, is around seven. Dr. Nambu is the team mentor and guardian of Jinpei, Joe, Jun and Ken. / ¦b kagaku §ÔªÌ tai/ ¬ì¾Ç§ÔªÌ¤p²Õ Gatchaman ³Q¬ï¤W¹ï§Ü Galactor ªº¿n·¥³d¥ô¤§«e , ¬G¨Æµo¥Í¡C ³ì©MªÖ®¦¬O 14, Ryu's 13, ©M¤»¤ë 12 ¤é©M Jinpei ¡A¤»¤ëªº³Q¦¬¾iªº¥S§Ì, ¬O¤j¬ù¤C¡C Nambu ³Õ¤h¬O Jinpei ¡A³ì¡A¤»¤ë©MªÖ®¦ªº¤p²Õ¨}®v©MºÊÅ@¤H¡C

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