My Sister`s Keeper.摘录
It takes me a little while, but I break away. “Anna,” I murmur.
My mother turns. “What?”
“A four-letter word for vessel,” I say, and I walk out of Kate’s room.
“Sara,” Dr. Chance says, “you need to say good-bye.”
Only to feel the slightest pulse, the tiniest grasp, the smallest clutch of Kate’s fingers, as she claws her way back to this world.
“Anna,” he(Campbell) says. “Is this really what you want?”
I open my mouth. And find an answer.
“You did really great up there,” I tell her, because I don’t know how to say what I really want to: that the people you love can surprise you every day. That maybe who we are isn’t so much about what we do, but rather what we’re capable of when we least expect it.
Because you won’t be here much longer, I think, but I do not tell her this. “I was in the neighborhood. Plus there’s a really hot nurse who works this shift.”
This makes Kate laugh out loud. “God, Jess. I’m gonna miss you.”
Yet from those flames,
No light, but rather darkness visible.
—JOHN MILTON, Paradise Lost
IT’S GETTING HARDER AND HARDER to be a bastard.--- Campbell
“Anna, what did Kate say?”
Until now, I hadn’t really thought about it, but Campbell has triggered the memory. My sister had gotten very quiet, so quiet that I wondered if she’d fallen asleep. And then she turned to me with all the world in her eyes, and a smile that crumbled like a fault line.
I glance up at Campbell. “She said thanks.”
My mother turns. “What?”
“A four-letter word for vessel,” I say, and I walk out of Kate’s room.
“Sara,” Dr. Chance says, “you need to say good-bye.”
Only to feel the slightest pulse, the tiniest grasp, the smallest clutch of Kate’s fingers, as she claws her way back to this world.
“Anna,” he(Campbell) says. “Is this really what you want?”
I open my mouth. And find an answer.
“You did really great up there,” I tell her, because I don’t know how to say what I really want to: that the people you love can surprise you every day. That maybe who we are isn’t so much about what we do, but rather what we’re capable of when we least expect it.
Because you won’t be here much longer, I think, but I do not tell her this. “I was in the neighborhood. Plus there’s a really hot nurse who works this shift.”
This makes Kate laugh out loud. “God, Jess. I’m gonna miss you.”
Yet from those flames,
No light, but rather darkness visible.
—JOHN MILTON, Paradise Lost
IT’S GETTING HARDER AND HARDER to be a bastard.--- Campbell
“Anna, what did Kate say?”
Until now, I hadn’t really thought about it, but Campbell has triggered the memory. My sister had gotten very quiet, so quiet that I wondered if she’d fallen asleep. And then she turned to me with all the world in her eyes, and a smile that crumbled like a fault line.
I glance up at Campbell. “She said thanks.”
