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Her attire was regal. Noble, but absolutely no glitz.On the contrary, the charming demeanor that radiates from her is a supreme state among women—it can be said to be extremely plain.The freshly done hair looks like it is blowing in the wind, but it is not messy.It is like a photo taken by a fashionable photographer with a high-speed lens. This made me a little embarrassed.Seeing Miss Marcie Nash so tidy and meticulous, her demeanor extremely elegant, and her ease at ease, I feel like a bunch of old spinach that has been out for several days, stuffed in a mess in a plastic bag.It seemed that she must be a model.At least it has something to do with the fashion industry.

I came to her table.It was in a quiet corner. "Hello," she greeted me. "I shouldn't have kept you waiting." "To be honest, you're early," she replied. "The implication is that you arrived earlier," I said. "I see that as a logical conclusion, Mr. Barrett." She smiled broadly. "Are you going to sit down by yourself, or do you want to wait for me to say please?" I sat down. "What are you drinking?" I asked, pointing to the orange drink in her glass. "Orange juice," she said. "What else can I add?"

"Just add ice cubes." "Nothing else?" She nodded to indicate so.I was about to ask her why her diet was so abstinent, but before I could open my mouth, a waiter had already appeared in front of me, and the way he greeted us looked like we were regular diners who came here every day. "Hey you two, how are you doing tonight?" "Okay. Is there any good seasonal food?" I couldn't stand this kind of pretended "flower skills", so I hurriedly asked him. "Our scallops are the best..." "That's our Boston family dish." I suddenly became a regionalist in eating and drinking.

"Our scallops are a specialty of Long Island," he replied. "Okay, let's see if your scallop tastes good." I turned to Marcy and asked, "Would you like to try this local counterfeit?" Marcy smiled in agreement. "Then what would you like first?" the waiter looked at her and asked. "Lemonade with lettuce hearts." Now I can be sure that she is a model.Otherwise, why do you have to go on a diet like this and suffer yourself?Instead, I ordered buttercream pasta ("the more butter you add, the better").Our warm host then bowed and retired.

That's just the two of us. "Okay, we meet again," I said. (To be honest, I've been rehearsing this opening line all afternoon.) Before she could reply "Yes, we meet again", a waiter suddenly ran out. "What drink, sir?" I asked for Marcy's opinion. "Just order something for yourself and drink it," she said. "You don't even drink a little wine?" "I don't drink wine at all," she said, "but I can recommend to you a very good dry white Meursault. You will regret not drinking some wine when you win. "

① Meursault dry white wine produced in Burmindi, France.Meursault is the name of a parish under Burmindi. "Come to Meursault," I said to the bartender. "A bottle of '66, if possible," said Marcy, who seemed to know the trick.The waiter left, and we were alone again. "Why don't you drink at all?" I asked. "It's not because there is any reason. I just want to keep a clear head and not be a little bit confused." How should we understand this?In her mind, what can't be a little bit confused? "So you're a Bostonian?" Marcy said (our conversation wasn't rambling, either).

"Yes," I said. "And you?" "I'm not from Boston," she replied. Are these words secretly mocking me? "Are you in the fashion business?" I asked. "That's a little too. What about you?" "It's people's liberty that I deal with in my business," I replied. "Deprive people of their freedom, or give them their freedom?" The slight smile on her face made me wonder if there was a hint of sarcasm in her words. "It's my job not to allow the government to do anything wrong," I said. "That's not easy," Marcy said.

"Yeah, so I haven't had much effect so far." The waiter in charge of the wine came and poured the wine for me respectfully.So I drank it by myself, and the fine wine flowed into my heart continuously, and I also talked more.The topic is what kind of big business progressive lawyers are busy with right now. To tell you the truth, I don't even know how to talk anymore when I'm with...with young girls. Because, the so-called "dating", I haven't done it for many years.I also realized that when I talk about my own affairs, people find it boring. (Afterwards, girls will probably say to me in front of "little sisters": "That egomaniac!")

So the topic we were talking about—or rather, I was talking about alone—was a series of Warren Supreme Court rulings on the issue of individual citizenship.You ask Berg② whether the group of elders will continue to add articles to the fourth article of the Constitutional Amendment?It will depend on who they choose to fill the vacancy left by Fortas.If you have the text of the constitution, save it, Marcie, I'm afraid it won't be available anytime soon. ①Warren (1891-1974): The fourteenth Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court, in office from 1953 to 1969.civil rights defender.The two most important rulings during his tenure are: 1. If the defendant in a criminal case cannot afford a lawyer, the public can appoint a lawyer, and the fees will be paid by the public; Quan first consulted a lawyer before being interrogated.

②Berger (1907—): The fifteenth Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court, in office since 1969.Article 4 of the Constitutional Amendment mentioned below stipulates that citizens shall not be illegally searched and arrested. ③ Fortas (1910-1982): Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States. In office from 1965 to 1969. In 1968, President Johnson nominated him as chief judge, but was opposed by the Senate. He resigned shortly after being charged with bribery. I was about to turn the conversation to the First Amendment when a waiter popped up and brought up the Long Island scallops.Yes, it tastes really good.Still not as good as Boston scallops.Well, let's go back to the first article of the amendment-in fact, the Supreme Court's ruling itself is inconsistent!If they ruled in O'Brien v. Commonwealth that the act of burning a draft card was not a representative speech, how could they turn a hundred dollars in Tinker v. City of Dehyne? Eighty-degree turn, what about the reverse ruling that attending an anti-war demonstration with armbands wrapped in black veil "is indistinguishable from giving a speech"?Oh, tell me, which one is their real position?

① Des Moines is the capital of Iowa.The case arose when a group of students participated in an anti-war demonstration with black veils wrapped around their arms and were punished by the education authorities. "Do you still know?" Marcy asked me instead.Before I had time to ponder whether she was secretly suspecting that I was talking too much, the waiter came over again, this time to ask us what we would like to "last".I'll have cream chocolate and coffee.She just wanted tea.I gradually felt a little uneasy.Should I ask her, I'm afraid I've talked too much?Should I still apologize?But then again, if she really thinks I'm talking too much, she can interrupt me on the spot, can't she? "Are you defending all these cases?" Marcy asked. (Ask knowingly?) "Then how can it be. But there is a new appeal case, which is actually my counsel. The lawyer who undertakes this case needs to cite materials to clarify what kind of person is considered to be out of faith for reasons of faith. Military service. I defended a case of Weber v. Draft Service before, and there's a precedent they're using. Also, I've often done my duty to..." "You never seem to know when to rest," she said. "Well, Jimi Hendrix said it well at Woodstock: 'The climate is so bad that the world really needs to be cleaned up.'" ①Woodstock is a small town under the Catskill Mountains in southeastern New York State. In 1969, a summer rock music festival was held here. Hundreds of thousands of young people flocked to participate, which lasted for three days.The theme of the festival is "Peace and Fraternity".Jimi Hendrix is ​​a famous black rock star who participated in the performance. "Did you go to that music festival too?" "No, I only found out about it by reading "Time" magazine. If I can't sleep at night, I just read "Time" as a hypnotic drug." Marcy just said "oh". Does her lingering "Oh" mean that she is disappointed in me?Do you still find my ramblings annoying?It just occurred to me that I've been chattering for an hour (no, it's been an hour and a half!) and she hasn't had a chance to talk yet. "What exactly do you do in the fashion industry?" I asked. "It's nothing to do with improving social morals. I'm at Binningdale's. It's just a lot of chains, you know?" Who doesn't know that this chain store company is booming in business and rich in money?Some ostentatious customers flock to it as a good place to increase their value, who doesn't know?Anyway, as long as she reveals such a little bit of news, I will have some confidence in my heart.It would be ideal to have a clerk like Miss Nash in this smash-hit company: such good looks, such strong character, such graceful figure, such a Bryn Marr-bred conversation. Charming, even if a crocodile is in her hands, she might even buy a handbag②. As mentioned in ①, Bryn Marr College is a famous women's university in Pennsylvania. ②It is ridiculous to say that crocodiles buy handbags, because crocodile skin is an excellent material for making handbags. "I don't do this kind of sales work very much," I kept asking her without interest, and she replied to me.I thought she was a trainee sales executive who wanted to do something. "Then what on earth do you do?" I asked more bluntly.This is the way to pry witnesses' mouths open in court.Just keep changing the wording and asking the same questions over and over again. "Hey, don't you think it will be unbearable to listen to it any longer?" She nodded her slender neck as she spoke, indicating that her throat could no longer be closed. "Don't you find it boring to talk about other people's work all the time?" Her meaning is clear enough: I keep saying this, it's so annoying! "I'm afraid I'll turn you off by talking about my laws." "Nothing, to be honest, I thought it was interesting. Just one thing: I think it would be nice if you could talk more about yourself." What else can I talk about?After much deliberation, I am afraid that telling the truth about your situation is the best way. "It's not that I don't want to say it, it's just that it's really unpleasant to say." "how?" There was silence for a while.My eyes were fixed on the coffee cup. "I had a wife," I said. "That's pretty normal, too," she said.But the tone seems to be more gentle. "She died;" Suddenly there was silence again. "I'm so sorry," Marcie said later. "Nothing," was my answer.But how else to answer it? So we all fell silent again. "Why didn't you tell me earlier, Oliver." "Every word of mine weighs a thousand catties." "Wouldn't it be better to talk about it?" "My God, you sound exactly like my psychiatrist," I said. "Yeah," she said. "I still sound like my own psychiatrist." "Hey, why do you want to go to a psychiatrist?" I was really surprised that such a calm person should ask a psychiatrist. "You don't feel the pain of losing your wife." I made a joke on purpose, and it was a bitter one—and an unsuccessful one. "But I lost a husband," said Marcie. Barrett, Barrett, look at how you speak without knowing how to advance or retreat, and now you have made a fool of yourself! "Oh, Marcy, you're..." I couldn't say anything else. "Please don't get me wrong," she went on quickly. "He just divorced me. But when Michael and I divided the property and went our separate ways, he was confident and traveled lightly, but I was carrying a whole lot of troubles on my back." "What kind of person is this Mr. Nash?" I asked.I couldn't hold it any longer, I wondered what kind of guy it was that could get such a girl in his hands. "Shall we change the subject?" she said.That tone, at least to me, seemed a little sad. Strange to say, seeing that Miss Marcy Nash, despite her indifference on the outside, actually had her unspeakable secrets in her heart, my nervous mood was relieved all of a sudden.Not only is it unspeakable, she is afraid that she still has a sad history that she can't bear to look back on.I think such a girl has some human touch instead, and it won't make people feel so unattainable.But even so, I couldn't find anything to say. Marcy had something to say. "Oh, dear. It's getting late." I looked at my watch, and it was a quarter past ten.However, I think her sudden mention of the time being late at this moment still shows that I have already turned off her appetite by talking. "Please pay the bill," she greeted when she saw the waiter just passing by. "Hey—no, no," I said. "It's my turn to treat." "Then how can it be. How can you go back on what you have agreed to?" Yes, originally I planned to ask her for a treat.But I, Meng Lang, am full of shame now. To make up for my mistakes, I must invite her to this meal. "I'll pay the bill, please don't argue," I dared to overturn her opinion at this moment. "Listen to me," Marcie said disapprovingly. "I'm not afraid if you want to fight with me, but we can't take off our clothes to fight anyway, and fighting like this is really not a fun thing. So don't mess with me, okay?" After finishing speaking She yelled: "Dmitry!" It turned out that she even knew the waiter's name. "Just tell me, miss," said Dmitry. "Please add a tip to my account." "Of order, miss," the waiter agreed, and quietly left. I don't feel very comfortable.Her frank talk at dinner had already offended me.Later she mentioned stripping naked and fighting (although the words were reserved), and I secretly murmured in my heart: If she attacks me with sexual temptation, how can I deal with it?And one more thing, she can keep accounts at the "Blackjack" restaurant!What kind of person is this girl? "Oliver," she opened her mouth, revealing those two rows of extremely white and even teeth, "I'll take you home." "You give me?" "It's on the way anyway," she said. I can't hide my feelings at the moment.I was extremely nervous... Isn't this situation obvious? "But, Oliver," she added, putting on a serious face again, perhaps with a touch of sarcasm, "if I invite you to dinner, it doesn't mean you'll have to sleep with me." "Oh, then I'll take it easy," I said, pretending to be insincere. "And I really don't want to give you the impression of wanton behavior." "Where's the word," she said. "How can a man like you be debauched?" The taxi drove quickly to my residence.In the car, I suddenly remembered something. "Hi, Marcy," I tried to say casually. "What's the matter, Oliver?" "You just said you were taking me home by the way—I didn't tell you my address." "Oh, I'm just taking it for granted. I reckon you've always lived on the East Sixties." "Where do you live then?" "Not far from your house," she said. "You really know how to play sloppy eyes! Then your phone number probably can't be found in the phone book?" "Yes," she said.But neither the reason nor the number was given. "Marcy?" "Why, Oliver?" Her tone was still as calm as water, and she was calm. "Why is it so mysterious?" She reached out, and her leather-gloved hand pressed against my clenched fist.She said, "Don't ask questions for now, okay?" God really doesn't help!There are so few vehicles on the road at this time, so the taxi arrived at my residence in a blink of an eye, and the speed is really rare-but driving at such a high speed at this time, I will never accept this kind of favor of. Marcy told the driver to "wait."I'm just waiting to hear from her, maybe she will tell the driver where to go next.But this woman is brilliant.She just smiled at me, put on a flashy enthusiasm, and whispered: "Thank you." "Where's the word?" I also retaliated, pretending to be polite. "It should be me thanking you." It was cold for a while.I mean I don't want to say anything and don't want to beg for nothing anymore and wait to hear what she has to say.So I got out of the car. "Hey, Oliver," she called me again, "how about playing tennis next Tuesday?" She proposed this on her own initiative, and it hit me right when I heard it.This time I gave it away, because I immediately replied: 'But that's a week away.Why can't it be earlier? " "Because I'm going to Cleveland," Marcy said. "Going to be so long?" How can I believe this? "I've never met anyone who lived in Cleveland for a week!" "Remove your eastern snobbery, my friend. I'll call you on Monday evening, and we'll fix the exact time. 'Good night, dear prince.'" ①Cleveland is in Ohio, which belongs to the Midwest, while Oliver is from Boston in the East, so Marcy wants to say this. ②A line from Horatio in Shakespeare's famous play "Hamlet" (Act 5, Scene 2, when Hamlet dies). The taxi driver seemed to be familiar with "Hamlet". Hearing this, he stepped up the gas and drove away. When I reached the third door lock, I felt a burst of anger in my heart.What the hell have I seen? What the hell is this woman?