大卫·S。匹萨斯基
ByDavidS。Pisetsky
ByDavidS。Pisetsky
WhenIfirstsawher,shewaswalkingacrossthemed-schoolquad。Istoodmotionlessasifstunned,followingherwithmyeyes。Sheistheone,Isaidtomyself。
Itwasthefirstdayofschool。WhenIaskedaclassmateabouther,hetoldmetoforgetit。Shehasaboyfriend,hesaid。
AfewmonthslaterIheardshedendedherrelationshi。ButIwaitedatleasthalfayeartoaskforadate。WhenItelehonedherdormitoryandaskednervouslyforher,Itransosedthesyllablesofherfirstandlastnamesintoludicrousgarble。“DinneronSaturday?”Iroosed,embarrassedandexectingrejection。“Iwouldenjoythat,”sheanswered,soundingleased。
OnSaturdayIgreetedheratthedormandwasagainentrancedbyherloveliness。Ihadmadereservationsatarestaurant30milesaway。Ilostmywayanddroveaimlesslyonruralroadsforanhourasmyexaserationmounted。Sheremainedgood-humored-hay,shesaid,totourvillageswhosehistoriesshehadreadabout。
Weneverlocatedtherestaurant,andthenalmostranoutofgas。Wefinallyateat10。m。,hamburgersandfriesatadinner。Inherfloraldress,withherstraightblondhairandclassicfeatures,shestoodoutamongthelocalkids。
Backatschool,Iwasreadytoaologizefortheevening。ButIfeltherwarmhandtakemine,andthenshequicklykissedmycheek。“Thankyouforawonderfulevening,”shesaidsoftly。BeforeIcomrehendedwhathadhaened,shedisaearedintothedormitory。
Howmanytimeshavetherebeenmomentslikethat,momentsofsuchencomassinggraceandlovethatIdoubtedtheiractuality?Momentslikethedayofourmarriage,whenonacrisSundaymorningonthePacificcoastsheenteredthechurchonherfathersarmandIgazeddowntheaisleatmysoon-to-bewife。Orthemomentswhenourtwochildrenwerebornandherfacebecameradiantassheemergedfromtheunreachablerealmoflaborintoexultation。
ButOctober15,1993,wasDifferent。Thatday,wearoseat5a。m。,havingahardslet。Howcanyourestwhenabladewillsoonseverfleshsodear?Shekissedbothofourchildrenastheyslet,buttheyneverstirredorsaid“Goodluck”or“Iloveyou,Mommy。”Inthehosital,afterwesignedtheaers,Iwatchedherchangeintoafadedcottongownandtwoairsofsocks,asiftheworstinjurythatdaywouldbethechilloftheoeratingroom。
Shecriedinmyarmsandsaidshedidntwantthesurgery。IheldherhandasanI。V。wasinsertedintoherarm。Inafewsecondshertearsstoedandsheclosedthoseeyesthathadalwaysseemedsocleverandclear,butnowlookedsofearful。
FeelingfranticanddisconnectedIkissedher,andthenshewaswheeledawaythroughtheunforgivingdoorsoftheoeratingsuite。Isentthedayinthewaitingroomolishingamanuscritwhoseonlysignificancewasitsowertodistract。
Whenshereturnedtoherroomlatethatafternoon,onherchestwasanexanseofbillowingwhitebandagelacedbyasurgeon’shandswitharecisionanddelicacyshewouldhaveadmired。Iwasremindedofthecoverletshehadaliquédforourchildren’scradlewhentheywereinfants。Thebandagelookedgentleandrotective-reassuringandnotasharshasIhadexected。
Sittingbesideherinadimlylitroomthatsmelledsharlyofdisinfectant,Irealizedthatbecausemylifewassointertwinedwithhers,I,too,wasaatient。IfeltdeletedandwreckedasIstaredblanklyoutthewindowatink-graycloudsslowlytraversingtheafternoonsky。
Itwasalmost7。m。beforeshestirred。Iheardhermoan,andmovedtotheedgeofthebed。Ilightlytouchedherliswithanicechifromtheitcheronherbedsidetable,andbrushedthegray-fleckedhairacrosshersweatybrow。
“Iloveyou,”Isaid。
Atthesewords,hereyesoenedhesitantly。Atfirsthergazeseemedconfusedandunfocused,butforaninstanthereyessharenedwithrecognition,andagentlesmileliftedtheedgesofhermouth。
“Iloveyoutoo,”shewhisered,andthenhereyelidsshut。IwasclosetoexhaustionanddislocatedintimeasIrecalledthemomentIfirstsawher。ItwasasifIwasyoungagainandthesunwasreslendentinthemorningsky。Sheistheone,Isaidoncemoreinmymindsvoice。Sheistheone。
第一次见到她时,她正在校园的操场上漫步。我站在那里,目光追随着她的倩影,呆住了。她就是我的至爱,我对自己说。
那正是开学的第一天,我向同学问起她,他们说她已经有男朋友了,让我忘了她。
几个月后,听说她跟男朋友分手了。但是,至少过了半年后,我才向她提出约会的请求。我打电话到寝室找她,紧张得吐字不清,甚至把她的前后名字都说反了。“周六晚上请你吃晚饭,好吗?”提议完,我尴尬极了,害怕她会拒绝。“乐意之至。”她的声音听起来似乎很开心。
星期六,我去宿舍接她,她的美丽再次深深地打动了我。我在30里外的餐馆预订了晚餐。开车去那儿时,我却迷路了,在乡间小路上漫无目的地转了一个多小时后,我越来越焦躁,她却一直兴致高昂。她说,她读过这些乡村的历史,很高兴能来游玩。
我们最终没能找到那家餐馆,汽油快用完了。10点时,我们才吃了点汉堡和薯条,算是晚餐。她身着美丽的花裙,金黄的直发和娇好的面容,使她在当地孩子中间显得更加光彩照人。
回到学校后,我正要为晚上的一切道歉,但感觉到她用自己那温暖的手握住了我的手,然后迅速地在我脸上吻了一下,温柔地说道:“谢谢你让我度过一个快乐的夜晚,”我还没回过神来,她已消失在寝室里了。
我们之前曾有过多少这样的时刻啊——充满了包容、优雅与爱意,我几乎不敢相信。记得婚礼那天,在太平洋海滨,那个清新的星期天早晨,她挽着父亲的手步入教堂,我站在圣坛旁,向徐徐走来的她望去,她即将成为我妻;又或是我们的两个孩子出生,她经历了旁人无法体会的分娩痛楚后,脸上因欣喜而光彩四溢。
但是1993年10月15日,情形却完全不同。那天,在一个难眠之夜之后,我们早上5点钟就起床了。当手术刀即将划开你心上人的血肉肌肤时,你又怎能安然入眠呢?她吻了吻我们两个熟睡的孩子,但他们却没有醒来对她说“祝您好运”或者“我爱您,妈妈”。到了医院,签完一些文件后,我看她换上一件褪了色的棉袍和一双袜子,似乎手术室最大的伤害是寒冷。
她扑在我怀里哭着说不做手术。我握着她的手,注射器扎进她的手臂,泪水很快停住了,那原本清澈、机灵的双眼,现在却闭上了,看来起似乎充满了恐惧。
我痛苦而慌乱地与她吻别,然后,看着她穿过那道无情的门,被推进了手术室。我整天待在候诊室,用校对稿子来分散我的焦虑。