Chapter 17 17

"Barrett, you bastard is crazy!" "Stop yelling, Simpson!" As I answered his words, I hurriedly waved to him, telling him to keep his voice down. "What's the matter—afraid I'll wake up the tennis balls here?" he said angrily.He was annoyed and confused. No wonder he.It's only six o'clock in the morning.He had just finished his night shift at the hospital when I got him to play with me at the Goshen Tennis Club. He took off the doctor's white coat and put on the white tennis shirt and trousers I prepared for him, still muttering: "Oh, Barrett, please explain to me more clearly, you dragged me here like this, What is it for?"

"Just do me a favor, Steve," I said. "I must find a trustworthy partner." He still doesn't understand.Because I didn't tell him everything that happened. "Hey, listen to me," he said, "as long as I can get away, we'll run. It's fine. But I can't risk my life to help you, and make it up for myself. And yes, play ball Why do you have to fight before dawn?" "I beg you," I said.The plea from the bottom of my heart finally won Simpson's sympathy.At least he stopped talking. Coming out of the locker room, we walked very slowly.He's because he's pretty tired, and I'm just thinking about it.

"We're Court Six," Steve said, and couldn't help but yawn. I answered "I know".Along the way, I took a close look at all the people on courts No. 1 to No. 5.But there was no familiar face in sight. We fought until eight o'clock in the morning, and Simpson was so tired that he couldn't even stand up, so he begged me to allow him to admit defeat.I myself have lost control of my hands and feet. "If you don't look at yourself, the balls you hit are already cotton balls," he said wheezingly. "You must be exhausted too." "Yes, yes," I replied, but my heart murmured: Where did she go?Could it be in Cleveland?

"Steve, I have to ask you to do me a huge favor." "What's the matter?" he asked suspiciously. "Tomorrow, let's play another game." Seeing me begging him like this, and hearing my tone again, Simpson realized that I was really desperate. "Okay. But don't call at six o'clock in the morning." "But that's the crux of the matter," I said. "If you want to fight, you still have to fight at six o'clock!" "Fuck you! If I don't come, there is always a limit to everything. You can't force others to do what's difficult for you!" Simpson yelled.In a fit of anger, he punched the wardrobe.

"I beg you." You can't just beg him, you have to show your cards to him: "Steve, there is a girl involved in this matter." His tired red eyes suddenly opened wide.He also asked, "Really?" I nodded to show that it was true.I also told him that this girl and I met at this tennis club and there was no other way to see her. Simpson seemed pleased, because at last I was interested in girls.He agreed to fight with me.But then he thought of another thing: "What if she still doesn't come tomorrow?" "Then we have no choice but to come every day the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, until we see her."

He just shrugged his shoulders.It’s really a friend in adversity, but to be honest, my friend is already exhausted. In the office, I was really giving Anita a hard time.Even if it took me only a blink of an eye to go to the toilet, I would rush back at a charging speed, grab her and ask, "Is there a phone?" She went to lunch, and I ordered a sandwich to be delivered to the office.I just stayed by the phone all the time (I was really worried about the new kid on the switchboard).I couldn't miss Marcie's incoming call. But she didn't call. I'm due in court Wednesday afternoon to plead for an advance restraining order.This took me almost two full hours.Back at the office, it was about a quarter past five.

"Is there a phone, Anita?" "Have." "Oh...what's the matter?" "It was your doctor who told Liu. He said he would be home after eight o'clock tonight." what is the problem?Did the London doctor calculate that I might be insane? —But I can't go to his clinic to see him today. "What exactly did you say?" "Oh, Oliver, didn't I tell you all about it! The lady on the phone was just taking care of..." "Which lady?" "Will you let me finish? The lady just left you a message: 'Dr. Stein is home tonight!'"

"So it's Dr. Stein..." I couldn't hide my disappointment in my tone.Dare to be Joanna! "Who do you think it is—could it be Dr. Jonas Salk?" Anita snapped back at me. ① Dr. Jonas Salk (1914—): A famous American doctor.He developed the inactivated vaccine against polio (poliomyelitis). I pondered for a moment in my heart.I'm afraid I need a humane woman like Joanna to talk to me right now, I'm afraid.No, isn't this too wronged her?Such... Such a dignified and stable woman, how can I be worthy of me. "Is there anything else?" I growled.

"I still have a few phone records. It's all inside. Okay, can I go?" "go Go." I hurried to my desk to have a look.What do you think there is hope, the internal calls in the law firm are all about the various cases accepted by the firm.Where would Marcy's phone be? Two days later, old man Jonas asked me to meet in his office.Terrible!I had no choice but to ask Anita to take care of her more, and said that I would treat her to dinner later.The boss sent me for another tribunal with Mr. Marsh, discussing the case of Harold Baie.This Harold Baie was a wiretapping agent for the FBI, and he found out that he, too, had been wiretapped by the bureau.This kind of pest has now completely become the scourge of society.Harold knew a lot about how some of the White House staff were being watched, which was outrageous to say the least.Naturally, he couldn't squeeze a lot of oil and water from him.However, Jonas believes that our firm should still accept his case in order to "make the problem visible to the public."

As soon as the matter was over, I rushed back like flying. "Is there a phone, Anita?" "Yes, it's from Washington," she said in an uneasy tone, as if the call had a big origin. "It's the Director of Economic Opportunity." "Oh," I said with a lukewarm look. "Nothing else?" "Whose call are you waiting for, presumably Jacqueline Onassis?" ①Jacqueline is the widow of President Kennedy, and later remarried Greek shipping magnate Onassis. "Come on, don't make jokes, Anita," I said with a straight face, and then I stopped her and walked straight to my office.

Anita was so confused, I heard her muttering to herself, "What's wrong with him?" Of course, I am not just passively waiting for the phone call.I still go to play tennis every morning.Poor Simpson sometimes couldn't make it, so I asked old man Petty Clarke, the old professional coach in the tennis club, to give me "coaching lessons." "Listen to you, buddy, which one of those boys wasn't trained by me, Pitty? There are plenty of them who went out under me and fought all the way to Wimbledon." "Hey, did you ever teach a Marcy Nash?" "You mean that pretty chick...?" "Yep. "...that pretty girl who won the mixed doubles championship with a red-haired kid in '48?" "No, forget it, forget it, Petty." "To be honest, I can't even remember whether I taught that girl or not." In the evening, I also go for a run every day.In order to meet people first, I deliberately ran against the flow of people.But still can't see her.I don't know what Marcy does, she often goes to other places, and it takes many days to go.It took days and days, but I was determined to keep going. Although I immediately joined the Gerson Tennis Club (there is only one criterion for membership in this tennis club, that is, money), but they still refused to help me.That is to say, the office is tight-lipped about the situation of its members, and it refuses to show me the slightest favor. "Don't you even have a membership directory?" "There is a membership list, and it's for internal office use only. I'm so sorry, Mr. Barrett." In a moment of exasperation, I couldn't help but ask Harold Baie to help me eavesdrop on their phone calls.I naturally dismissed the idea later.However, the feeling of helplessness I felt at that time can also be seen from this. I even had a wild idea, planning to find a reason to check all the accounts of customers at the "Blackjack" restaurant who had failed to pay their bills.Because I asked Dmitri the name of the lady diner with me the other day, and Dmitri looked as if he had amnesia. Needless to say, I also inquired about Binningdale Company.I made up a bizarre story, saying that an old lady left a fortune and asked her niece to inherit it. After asking there, I found that they really had three employees named Nash.I will check one by one. I first found a Priscilla Nash in the women's shoe department.This is a very kind lady who has worked in the company for more than forty years.She has never been married, and now has only one relative in the world, Uncle Hank, far away in Georgia, and one friend, a cat named Agamemnon.It cost me eighty-seven dollars to know these things.I had to buy a pair of leather shoes "for my sister's birthday" and was able to chat with this Miss Nash for a while. (I asked Anita about the size of her leather shoes beforehand; who knew that giving her this gift made her even more paranoid.) ① Agamemnon was originally the name of the king of Mycenae in Greek mythology. He was famous for being the commander of the Greek coalition forces in the Trojan War. Next, go to "Bing's World of Celebrities", go to their trendy men's clothing department, and find Miss Elvie Nash on the cabinet.I saw this young lady say "Hello" to me, with a charming coquettish attitude and a fashionable breath rushing towards me.The second Nash is a black girl who looks beautiful.She smiled sweetly: "What are you going to do today, what are you doing?" Oh, I really have something to do! Miss Elvie Nash recommends it to me: the shirt-and-sweater "two-piece" is all the rage right now.Before my brain could react, six sets of "two-piece suits" had already been stuffed into my hands.I just heard her clattering the cash machine. Believe it or not, the payment of three hundred and zero has already been credited. "Will those beauties let you go now? How handsome you look," Miss Hervé continued to say.When I came out, I seemed to be a little more energetic.Unfortunately, no one has been found yet. To find the third and last one was fortunate enough to save me the expense.This Nash, named Rodney P., was a buyer and had been in Europe for six weeks. ① Rodney can tell from his name that he is a man. "How's it going?" Steve asked when he saw me.He is also really amazing, he still comes to play tennis with me early in the morning. "There's a fart," was my reply. And the painful thing is that I have nightmares again and again at night. I keep dreaming about that terrible fight I had with Jenny in the first year of our marriage.At that time, she advised me to meet my father, or at least make peace on the phone.What I still regret is that I yelled and cursed at her.I was really crazy.Jenny was so frightened that she didn't know where to flee.I was running around in a hurry, looking for her everywhere, and I turned Cambridge upside down, but I still couldn't find her.At last he came home anxiously, only to find her sitting on the doorstep, waiting. It was the same scene I was dreaming about, with one difference: it was Gianni who never showed up again. In the dream, I was still searching everywhere like desperately.I still went home in a daze like that.But Jenny wasn't even a shadow at all. How should we understand the meaning? Am I afraid of losing Jenny? Or am I dying (!) to lose Gianni? The doctor in London made a suggestion, and he suggested to me: Have you lost your temper recently?After getting angry, did you go to anyone again?Maybe it was another lady? Yes!Am I looking everywhere for Marcy Nash! But how did Marcy get along with Jenny? It's strange to be able to pull it together!