Byme turned the key in the heavy lock and put it calmly in his pocket．He did so much more from caution(小心翼翼)from any kind of fear．This was the only entrance to the house, and he did not want to be caught by any danger from outside．He wondered if Tom Corbin had been as careful the night before．Though Tom would be away for at least three days, Byme had a strange feeling of his fearness．In the stillness he seemed to hear Tom's voice．He looked around quickly, for the tricks of hearing were the most realistic of all．But there were only the women．It seemed impossible that Tom should not be there．

　　The girl, carrying a smoky oil lamp, led Byme upstairs．He threw open one after another the doors along the passage．At this, the girl stopped and raised the lamp in each doorway, staring at him at the same time．Satisfied he was the only guest, Byme came to the last door, which the girl threw open herself．

　　“You sleep here, sir,”she said, giving him the lamp．“Your friend slept here too．It's our most comfortable bed．”

　　“Good night, miss,”he said politely．

　　Her lips moved in reply, but he did not catch the words．Her eyes never for a moment left his face．He stepped in, and as he turned to close the door she was still motionless(不动的)．He paused, and in the silence thought he again heard the sound of Tom's voice．The sound terrified him now, not only because it seemed much nearer but also because he imagined a note of warning in it．

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　　It was Satuday．As always, it was the one, for “Six days, shall you labar and all your work”was taken senously back then, Outside, Father and Mr．Patnce ncxt door were bxsy conny tcood lnside the wiel users Mother ane Mrs．Patrick were enpted in seeng cleaning

　　Somehow the boy s had shipped away to the back lot with their kites．Now, evet at the reis of having Brother caught to beat carpets．they had sent him to the kitchen tox exsre xding, sccmed there was no limt to the heights to which kites would fly today

　　My mothe looked at the sitting room, its furndign disordered for a tborough sweeting．Again she cast a look toward the window “Come on, girls! Let's take sing to the beer and theem a tutue”

　　On the way we met Mrs．Patrick, Ianghing guiltily as if she wrig doing woeig wrong

　　The never was such a day for flying kites! We played all our frsh string into the boys' kites up higher and higher, We could hardly distingwish the orang-coloced sports of the kites Now and then we slowly pullked one kite back, watching it dancing upo and down in the wind and finally bringing it down to earth, just for the joy of sending yt up again

　　Even out fathers dropped their tools and joined us．Out mothers look their turn, laughing like schoolgirls Ithink we were all beside ourselves Parents forgx their daty and their dignity; children for everyday fights and little jealousies．"Perhaps it's like this in the some of heafer,"I thought confusedly．

　　It we growing dark before we all walked sleepily back to the housew．Isuppose we had some chean and orderly enough．The strange thing was, we didn't mention that ady afterward Ifelt a little embarrasse．Surely none of the of the others had been as exceted as I Ikxked the memory up in that deepest part of me where we keep “the things that cannot be and yet they are”

　　The years went on, then one day Iwas hurrying about my kitchen in a city apartment, trying to get some work out of the way while my three-year-old, sisrently cried her desire to go park, see duck

　　“I can't go!”I said．”“I have this angt and when I'm through I'll be too rired to walk that far

　　My mother, who was visiting us, go up from the peas she was shelling It's a wllderful day, she offered, really warm, yet there's a fine breeu．Do you remimber that day we flew kites?

　　I stoppoed in my dash between store and sink．The locked door flew open and with it a rush of memorese Come on, I told my little girl You're right, it's too good d day to miss．

　　Another decade passed, We were in the aftennath(余波)of a great war, All evening we had been asking our returned soldier, the youngest Patrick Boy, about his experiences as a prisone war, He has ked freely, but now for a long time he had been silent, What was he thinking of-what dark and horrible things?

　　"Sany!"A smile shpped out frow his jips．"Do you remem-no, of course you wouldn't make the impression on you as it did on me．”

　　I hardly dared speak,”Remrmber what?

　　“I used to think of that day a lot in POW camo(战俘营)，when things weren's too good, DO you remember the we flew the kites?

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　　In our old neighborhood, neighbors chatted over fences．Newcomers were welcomed with chocolate and bread．It had been easy to find friends there．Our new community was different．It seemed that family roots grew deep, deep as the Mississippi River that flowed past the tiny river town．

　　We'd moved to decrease my husband's distance to work．Only thirty miles．

　　After living there for six months, I was ready to move back home．I was lonely without a friend．My three boys were lonely．My husband, Lonny, seemed okay, but he spent his days at work．

　　Lonny noticed my sinking disposition．

　　“Shawnelle, you look unapproachable,” he said．He and I were sitting in lawn chairs．Samuel, our three-year-old son sat in his own little chair．

　　“What do you mean?”“Body language．You placed our chairs fifteen yards away from everyone else．”

　　“It doesn't matter．I'm not going to have friends here．” Just then Samuel looked up．“Mom's right, Dad．And we just want to go home．”

　　That's when I knew that I needed an adjustment．I didn't want my boys to learn that the way to work through a tough time was to use a wounded and bitter attitude．

　　Over the next few months I smiled when I didn't feel like it．We signed up for reading programs at the library and often visited parks and the bike path along the river．

　　One afternoon Samuel and I climbed up the stairs to the library activity room．A woman who I hadn't seen before sat at a long table with a tiny boy．

　　“Hi,” she said．“I'm Tammy．Do you need a seat? There's one right here．”

　　I sat down next to Tammy．Soon class was over, and we still had a lot to say．“Why don't you come over later?” Tammy asked．“I live on a farm．There's plenty of room for the kids to run．” We went．And since that day, we've been back a million times．

　　When I look back, I'm grateful for that tough time．I learned to persevere．I'm glad I didn't give up．

　　And as for my boys, they learned a lesson too．“Keep moving forward,” is what I tell them．“Your heart will follow．”

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