Chapter 50 Chapter 49

When Lucy Swan woke up, the female watch on her wrist pointed to 11:15.West—a silent lightning flash in the Rocky Mountains, and she adjusted the time with some awe.Before this trip, she had never been to West Philadelphia, although her brother-in-law lived there. The double sleeping bag was half empty; that was why she woke up.She wanted to go out for a walk and come back to sleep—he was ready, and he would be—and she got up and walked toward where he might be, just west of the camp.She tiptoed along without waking anyone.Except Judge, of course; his watch was off by ten minutes to twelve, and Judge Faris hadn't seen him doze off during his night watch.This Judge was seventy years old, and he had joined them in Joliet.Now, there are 19 of them, 15 adults, three children, and Joe.

"Lucy?" Judge said, lowering his voice. "Hmm. You see..." Laughed a little. "Of course I saw it. He got on the highway. Same place yesterday and the night before." As she moved closer, she saw a Bible splayed across his lap. "Judge, if you keep watching, you'll damage your eyes." "It doesn't matter. Starlight is the source of light for reading the Bible. Perhaps the only one. How about this passage? 'What man in the world does not have an appointed time? Whose day is not like that of an employee? : So I have to fight for months, to gratify my vanity, and the tedious nights are mine. When I lie down and rise again, is the night gone? I toss and turn till the dawn.'”

Lucy wasn't very interested. "Really good. Judge." "It's not good, it's about Job. There's nothing special about Job, Lucy." He closed the Bible. "I've been tossing and turning until dawn. Lucy, that's yours." Man: That's Larry Underwood." "I know," she said, sighing. "If only we could find out what happened to him now." Judge was also full of suspicion, but said nothing. "It can't be a dream," she said. "No one dreams anymore, except Jo. But Jo...is not like everyone else." "Yes. It's different. Poor boy."

"Right now, everyone's healthy. At least since the Wollmans died." Two days after Judge joined them, Larry and his motley army of survivors were joined by a couple who identified themselves as Dick and Sally Wollman.A man and his wife can never escape the flu, Lucy thought, suspecting that they were married by custom and not for long.They are in their 40s and obviously very much in love.At the old woman's home in Hemingford a week before, Sally Wollman had fallen ill.A group of them stayed there for two days, waiting helplessly for her to either get better or die.She finally died.Dick Wollman followed them, but he seemed a different person—taciturn, thoughtful, and always listless.

"He's a little out of his mind, isn't he?" she asked Judge Faris. "Larry is a guy who thinks he's a late bloomer," Judge cleared his throat. "At least that's the impression he gave me. People like that always lack self-confidence, and they worship the textbook principles of good citizenship: have faith but Not fanatical; respecting facts but not following them blindly; not demanding but rarely turning back when assigned. They are ideal leaders in democracies because they don't fight for power. Quite the opposite. When something goes wrong ...when a Mrs. Wollman dies...

"Could it be diabetes?" Judge suddenly changed the subject, "I think it might be. Blue skin, acute shock... It's possible, it's possible. If so, what about her insulin? Could it be that she committed suicide?" Judge unconsciously fell into deep thought, with his chin resting on his hands, like a black-feathered raptor hatching an egg. "What's wrong with what you said just now." Lucy reminded him softly. "When something goes wrong—like a Sally Wollman dies, or because of diabetes, or because of internal bleeding, or whatever—people like Larry tend to blame themselves. Men of citizenship textbooks rarely turn out well. Melvin Purvis. Senior FBI investigator in the 1930s. Killed himself with his own pistol in 1959. Lincoln was assassinated as a premature dementia. We are used to Watching the presidents age before our eyes on television, month by month, week by week—except, of course, Nixon, who soared on the avenue of power like a bat that has sucked its blood. Reagan , he looked a little too silly not to age. Gerald Ford, I suppose, too."

"I suppose there are other reasons," said Lucy sadly. He looked at her with questioning eyes. "What's the matter, I tossed and tossed until dawn?" He nodded. Lucy said, "Excellent description of a man in love, isn't it?" He looked at her, wondering how she knew what he didn't want to say. Lucy shrugged, showing a wry smile. "Women know it," she said. "Women always know it all." Before he could speak, she turned and walked toward the road, where Larry was probably sitting thinking of Nadina Cross. "Larry?" "Here," he said briefly. "What are you doing here?"

"I have a cold," she said.He was sitting cross-legged on the shoulder of the road, seemingly in thought. "Give me a place to sit, will you?" "No problem." He moved aside.Although the day was coming to an end, the gravel on the road still retained the residual heat of the day, and she sat down.He put an arm around her.Lucy estimated they were about 50 miles east of Boulder tonight.Can have lunch in Boulder Free State if they hit the road around 9 tomorrow. The man on the radio called it the Boulder Free State; his name was Ralph Brentner, and he said (slightly awkwardly) that "Boulder Free State" was almost a radio catchphrase, but Lucy just loved the place name itself, loved hearing it.It sounds pure.Like a new beginning.And Nadina Cross embraced the place name with an almost religious fervor, as if it were a charm.

Three days after Larry, Nadina, Joe, and Lucy arrived in Stowington, they found the Infectious Disease Center deserted, and Nadina had suggested finding a civilian station and tuning it to channel 14. Larry took the idea wholeheartedly--thought Lucy, he always took her ideas wholeheartedly.She didn't know Nadina at all.Larry was obsessed with her, that was obvious, but Nadina didn't want to deal with him much beyond her daily routine. In any case, the idea of ​​the radio station is not bad.Nadina once said that this is the most convenient way to find out where other groups are and to agree on a meeting time and place.

The gang had a tough discussion about it, and by then, there were six of them, newcomers Mark Zelman, a former welder in upstate New York, and Laurie Constable, A 26-year-old nurse.This difficult discussion also addressed the disturbing issue of dreaming.Laurie objected to a definite destination from the start.They are following the resourceful Harold Lauder on their way to Nebraska.Of course they would, for the same reason.The power of dreams is simply too great to resist. After a few bouts of back and forth on the dreaming question, Nadina was hysterical.She never had a dream—again: no damn dream.It's fine if other people want to try self-hypnosis with each other.As long as there's a legitimate reason to keep pushing toward Nebraska, like signs of a foothold in Stowington, that's fine too.But she wants others to understand her, she will not listen to those vain nonsense.If it's all the same to them, she'd rather trust the radio than hallucinations.

Mark cast a friendly smile on Nadina's tense, serious face and said, "If you weren't dreaming, why did your sleepwalking wake me up last night?" Nadina's face became as white as paper. "You mean I'm a liar?" she almost cried. "If that's what you mean, one of us better get out of here!" Jo moved closer to her, whining under her breath. . Larry was in favor of the station idea, and the argument ended.Then, about the last week or so, they started listening to the radio, not from Nebraska (the place was abandoned even before they got there - that's how it was in the dream, and even since then, the dream faded to less urgent), but from places like Boulder, Colorado, 600 miles to the west—signals from Ralph's powerful transmitter. Lucy can still remember the joy and the ecstatic face of everyone hearing Ralph Brentner drawl, his Oklahoma accent, nasally coming out of the static: "This is Ralph Brentner, Boulder Free State. If you hear it, answer on Channel 14. Repeat, Channel 14." They could hear Ralph, but there was no transmitter powerful enough to reply, not then.But they've gotten closer, and since the first transmission, they've found the old woman, whose name is Abagail Freemantle (but Lucy herself keeps calling her Mama Abagail ), her part was the first to arrive, and after that people came, sometimes in two or three, sometimes as many as thirty.Tonight, as they babbled back and forth—their own radio signal could now be picked up with relative ease—there were more than 350 people—their group would keep growing to 400. "What are you thinking so silently?" Lucy asked Larry, putting her hand on his arm. "I was thinking about that watch! The death of capitalism," he said, pointing to the women's Pulsar watch she was wearing. "It's always been a symbol of root, greed, or death—greed is the cause of the demise of the most entrenched institutions, ending in red, white, and blue Cadillacs and pulsar watches. Now, real democracy. American women can have pulsar digital watches and blue mink coats." He laughed. "Maybe," she said, "Larry, I'm going to tell you something. I may not know much about capitalism, but I do know about this thousand-dollar pulsar watch, and it's not very good." "Not good?" He looked at her, startled, and laughed.It may be a bit bad, but it's a real watch.She liked to see him laugh--for her. "What's wrong?" "Because no one knows what time it is," said Lucy briskly. "Four or five days ago, I asked Mr. Jackson, Mark, and you in turn. Once...remember where they kept the world time? I saw an article in a doctor's office once. It was fantastic. They kept time down to picoseconds. They had pendulum clocks and sun clocks and All kinds of equipment. I still think about that place sometimes, it drives me crazy. All the clocks must stop there. I have a $1000 pulsar watch that I found in a jewelry store, but it Can't keep time to the solar second as much as you can imagine. It's all because of the flu. Damn the flu." She fell silent, and the two of them sat together for a while, relatively silent.Then Larry pointed to the sky. "Look there!" "What? Where?" "The height is 3 ticks directly above. It is now 2 ticks high." She looked up, but didn't see where his fingers were, until he put his hot hands on the sides of her face, tilting it a quarter of an arc into the sky.Then, finally, she saw it, and her breath was almost held.A bright light, bright as a star, but never flickering.It flew across the sky from east to west. "God," she cried, "an airplane, isn't it, Larry? An airplane?" "No. An Earth satellite. It goes round and round, and the next time it's there is maybe 700 years." They sat and stared at it until it disappeared into the great mass of the Rocky Mountains, never to be seen again. "Larry?" she said softly. "Why doesn't Nadina admit to dreaming?" It was obvious that he froze, which made her feel that it was better not to speak out.But now that she's said it, she's determined to keep going unless he interrupts her entirely. "She said she never dreamed." "She did, so—Mark was right. She'd been talking in her sleep. One night she was talking so loudly that she woke me up." Now, he turned his gaze to her.After a while, he asked, "What did she say?" Lucy thought back, trying not to make mistakes. "She tossed and turned in her sleeping bag and said over and over again: 'No, it's too cold, no, you're doing this, I can't take it, it's too cold, too cold.' Then she started pulling her hair. She Started pulling my own hair in my sleep. And moaning. Gives me goosebumps." "Lucy, people can have nightmares. That doesn't mean they're all about...well, about him." "Better not to say 'he' too much after dark, ok?" "Best, yes." "Larry, she's kind of unpredictable like that. You know what I mean?" "Yes." He understood.Although she insisted she hadn't had a dream, when they arrived at the elderly woman's house in Hemingford, brown bags developed under her eyes.A thick head of hair is also visibly grayer.Also, if you touch her, she will jump up.She cringed with pain. Lucy said, "You love her, don't you?" "Oh, Lucy!" he said reproachfully. "No, I just want you to know..." She saw his expression and shook her head violently, "I have to say this. I see the way you look at her...and sometimes the way she looks at you , while you're busy with other things, then...it's okay. Larry, she loves you. But she's scared." "Afraid of what? Afraid of what?" He remembered the time he had tried to woo her, three days after the Stoveton fiasco.She's been quieter since then—still cheerful at times, but now, she's obviously forced to smile.Joe had fallen asleep that day.Larry came over and sat beside her, and they chatted for a while, not about their present situation, just old, innocuous things.Larry wanted to kiss her.She pushed him away and turned her face away.He tried to kiss her again, rough and tender, desperate for her.At that moment she gave in to him and told him what it would be like if... Then she broke free from him and moved aside, her face pale, her arms folded across her breast, her elbows in her hands, her head bowed. "Larry, don't do that again. Please. Or I'll take Joe away." "Why? Nadina, why? What's the big deal?" She doesn't answer.Just standing with his head down, brown shadows have begun to appear under his eyes. "If I could tell you, I would," she said finally, and walked away without looking back. "I had a girlfriend once, sort of like her," said Lucy, "in high school. Her name was Jolene, Jolene Majors. Jolene didn't go to high school. She dropped out and married To his bf. He was in the Navy. When they got married, she got pregnant and had a miscarriage. His husband was out at sea a lot, and Jolene... loved socializing. She loved that, and her husband was a total Jealousy. He told her that if he caught her playing tricks on his back, he'd break her arms and smash her face. Can you imagine what it's like to live like that? Every time your husband comes home and says, 'Okay , darling, I'm going out to sea now, give me a kiss, and then we'll be together in bed for a while, and by the way, if I come back and someone tells me you've been fooling around, I'll break your arm and smash your ass Face.'" "Yes, it's not very good." "So after a while, she met a guy named Herb," ​​Lucy said, "and he was the assistant PE teacher at Burlington Middle School. , I don't know if his husband planted someone to spy on them, but after a while, everyone was fine. After a while, Joleen really got weird. She always thought, the street corner and so on Some guy on the bus was a friend of his husband's. Or the salesman who was standing behind her and Herb at some motel checking in. She figured even if the motel was somewhere south of New York state, It can't be ruled out. Even the police who pointed them out to the picnic spot. It's too bad to go on like this, and when the door is slammed by the wind, she also screams a few times, and every time someone comes upstairs, she Her place was divided into seven small rooms at that time, so people were always coming upstairs. Herb got scared and left her. He wasn't afraid of Jolene's husband—he was afraid of her ...and so, just before her husband came back from vacation, Jolene had a schizophrenic. All because she wanted to love a little more...and because he was a crazy jealousy. Larry, Nadina reminded me of this girl. I I feel sorry for her. I guess I don't like her much, but I do feel sorry for her. She looks scary." "Are you saying that Nadina is afraid of me like the girl was afraid of her husband?" Lucy said, "Perhaps. I'll tell you—wherever Nadina's husband is, he's not here." He smiled a little unnaturally. "We should go back to bed. There's going to be a lot going on tomorrow." "Okay," she said, thinking he didn't understand a word she said.Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes. "Hey," he said, "Hey." He wanted to put his arms around her. She pushed his arm away. "You're getting what you want from me; you don't have to!" "Lucy, I never twisted your arm," he said darkly. "Oh, you are so stupid!" she cried, thumping his thigh. "Larry, why are men so stupid? Everything you see is written in black and white. Yes, you Yes never twisted my arm. I never liked her. You can twist her arm and she can still despise you, cross her legs and be indifferent. Men will have girls like me their names; they write them on the bathroom partitions, I've heard. But everything, needs someone's warmth, needs a warm feeling. Needs love. Isn't that nice?" "Good. Good, not bad. But Lucy..." "But you don't believe it," she said contemptuously, "so you go on chasing the tall, slender lady and flirting with Lucy as the sun goes down." He sat quietly, nodding his head.It's true, every word is true.He was too tired, physically and mentally exhausted, to want to contradict her.She seemed to see it too; her face softened, and she put a hand on his arm. "Larry, if you catch her, I'll be the first to send you flowers. I'll never hold a grudge against anyone in my life. Just...don't be too disappointed in the future." "Lucy..." Her voice rose suddenly, harsh and extraordinarily powerful, and at this moment, goosebumps rose on his arms. "I suddenly thought that love is very important. Only love can get us through this difficult time. Hatred is meaningless." Her voice fell. "You're right. It's too late. Let's go back to bed. Come?" "Okay," he said, and when they stood up, without thinking, he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. "I love you as much as I can, Lucy." "I know," she said, with a weary smile on her face. "I know, Larry." This time, when he hugged her, she didn't push it away again.They walked back to camp together, made timid love, and fell asleep. About 20 minutes after Larry Underwood and Lucy Swan returned to their bivouac, ten minutes after they had made love and fell asleep, Nadina woke up like a cat in the dark. Somebody needs me, she thought, listening to the slow flow of blood in her heart.Her big dark eyes stared upward at a tree whose branches stretched upwards, and the shadow of the tree was almost reaching the sky.Yes.Someone needs me.real.But...it was too cruel. When she was 6 years old, her parents and younger brother died in a traffic accident; that day, instead of going to see her aunt and uncle with them, she stayed and played with a child on the same street.Anyway, they liked her brother best, she could remember.The younger brother is not like her, she is a little guy who was stolen from the orphanage at the age of 4 and a half months.The younger brother's background is very innocent.They boast that their younger brother is their own.But Nadina will always belong to Nadina.She is a child of the earth. After the accident, she lived with her aunt and uncle, as they were her only two relatives.That's the White Mountains in eastern New Hampshire.She remembered they had taken her from the freeway up Mount Washington to celebrate her eighth birthday, and she had a nosebleed because of the altitude.My aunt and uncle were too old. When she was 16, they were already over 50 years old. That year, she ran briskly like a deer across the wet grass under the moon.It was a night of love.If the boy caught up with her, she would give him whatever reward was hers, and what mattered whether he caught up with her or not?Isn't it important that they run? He did not catch up with her.Slowly a cloud covered the moon.Dew turns wet and cold, unpleasant, even scary. Where was her fiancé, the Prince Charming of her dreams?On what street, on what country lane, have I stepped out into the dark of the suburbs, and the cacophony of cocktail clinks shatters the world into crisp, sensible pieces?Which gust of cold wind was brought by him?How many detonators were in his frayed canvas bag?Who knew his name when she was 16?how old is heWhere was his home?What kind of mother sent him into her arms?She simply affirmed that he was an orphan like herself, and that his time was coming.He was always on the unbuilt road, and she was on the same road occasionally.The place where they meet is far ahead.She knew he was an American, milk and apple pie were more to his taste, and he admired the homely beauty of the red-checkered yarn-dyed fabric.His home is in the United States, and his way home is very secret, the highway is looming, and the direction of the subway is written in poetry.He is another man, another face, a man in black, whose footsteps are recalled on the fragrant road of summer nights. Does anyone know when her Prince Charming will arrive? She waited for him, remaining a virgin. At 16, almost out of necessity, she went to college again.The boys who had chased her were gone, angry and lost, just like Larry was now, she felt the need for choices, some predestined feeling, the mysterious meeting place. Boulder is where the roads fork. The time is near.He called to her, begged her to come. After graduating from university, she buried herself in work and shared a rented house with two other girls.What kind of girls are these two?Well, they come and go all the time.Only Nadina lives there, and she's happy with the young men her roommates bring, but she's never had a boy of her own.She thought they had talked about her, called her a spinster in the boudoir, maybe even guessed that she might be a timid homosexual.This is not true.she just... a virgin. Waiting for the word boudoir. Sometimes, she felt as if there was a turning point.At the end of the day, she would be packing up in an empty classroom when suddenly she would stop, her eyes softly gleam, and watch carefully, forgetting to hold a doll box in her hand.At that time, she would think: a turning point is about to happen... a strong wind is about to blow.Sometimes, when she has this thought, she finds herself turning her head, as if something is chasing her.Then suddenly she didn't think about it anymore, and she would smile unnaturally. When she was 16 years old, her hair started to turn gray. That year, someone chased her, but she didn't catch up-at first, it was just a few locks, which looked shocking in a head of black hair, not gray, no, no The word...white means white hair. Years later, she attended a party in a fraternity hall.The lights were dim, and after a while, people dispersed in twos and threes.Many of the girls—Nadina among them—had checked out of their halls of residence the night before.She wants to stick to the end - but there is always something hidden under the years that makes her want to go forward and stop.The next day, under the cold light at 7 o'clock, she found that she had grown gray hair again in the long mirror in the bathroom of the dormitory, as if it happened overnight-of course, it was impossible. A few more years went by like this, and there had been feelings, yes, feelings, and sometimes, on grave nights, she would wake up hot and cold, drenched in sweat, delightfully I am alive and aware that I am in bed.In the morning, she would go to the mirror and imagine that she would see more gray hair. In those years, she looked like just Nadina Cross: sweet, child-loving, good at her job, alone.In the past, such a woman would have sparked discussion and curiosity within the community, but times are different.Her looks were so remarkable that it seemed the only way to make sense. Now, times are about to change again. Now the change was about to take place, and in the dream she came to know her fiancé, knew him a little, though she had never met him.He was the one she had been waiting for.She wanted to get closer to him...but didn't want to.She was meant to be his, but he terrified her. Then Joe appeared, followed by Larry.This makes things incredibly complicated.She was beginning to feel like a professional boxer fighting inside the hurdle.She knew that her innocence and chastity were the most important thing to the man in black.If she let Larry have her (or anyone else), the Man in Black's charm would be lost.And she had a crush on Larry.She was very determined to have him at first—this time, she was determined to see it through.Let him have her, let it end, let it end.She was too tired, and Larry was the right man.She had waited too long for another person, and all these years had been boring. But Larry wasn't the right fit...or so it seemed at first.She dismissed his initial advantage as a mare shakes off a fly with her tail.She remembered thinking: If everything here belongs to "his," who can accuse me of refusing Larry's request? She still followed "him".That is the truth.But she had been longing to reach out to other people, not just because of Joe, but because she had almost abandoned the child to go west alone in search of the man.It was only a deep-seated sense of duty to the children in her care that had been developed over the years that kept her from doing so, and her common sense knew that if Joe was left alone, he would die. In a world where so many have died, the loss of one more life is undoubtedly a heinous sin. So she followed Larry, who was better than nothing after all. But it turns out that Larry is much more complicated than helpless - he can create the illusion (even to himself) of being like a puddle of water that seems shallow, only an inch or two, but when you When you put your hands in, you suddenly find yourself wet from your arms to your shoulders.The way he met Joe was one thing.The way Joe develops a crush on him is another, as is her own jealousy of the growing relationship between Joe and Larry.At the motorcycle dealer's, Larry bet everything on the boy's fingers, and he won. If they weren't concentrating on the gas cap, they'd see her mouth open in surprise.She stood watching them, motionless in terror, staring at the shiny metal crowbar, waiting for its first shudder to fade away.When it was over, she realized she had been waiting to cry. Then, when the lid was lifted and turned down, she felt that she had made a mistake in judgment, not only serious but fundamental. She therefore felt that Joe was better than herself. Although he had not received special training, his reflexes were very quick.Reflection afterwards made her realize what an important episode it was, how briefly and harmoniously it outlined the relationship between Larry and Jo.What is at the heart of this relationship? Well, the dependency, of course—was there something else that made her feel the sudden jealous jitters all over her?If Joe was dependent on Larry, that would be normal and acceptable.What upsets her is that Larry also depends on Joe, needs Joe in a way that she doesn't know... but Joe does. Had she misjudged Larry's character?She thought the answer now was yes.His outward appearance of being energetic and self-interested is just a faux pas and is being seen through little by little due to his over-pretending.The fact that he took so many people with him on this long journey is a testament to his determination. The conclusion seems clear.Subconsciously, she wanted Larry to have her, even though half of her was already in the hands of another man...and, making love to Larry was like killing that half forever.She was sure she wouldn't do that. Currently, she is the only one who dreams of the Man in Black. The dream disturbed her at first, then terrified her.Just exchanging feelings with Joe and Larry is scary enough; when they meet Lucy Swan, who says she's had the same dream, the horror reaches creepy proportions.It was no longer possible to tell herself that their dreams only sounded like hers.What if every survivor was having such a dream?What if the Men in Black finally came - not just for her, but for every survivor on this planet? This thought, more than any other, aroused in her the great terror and the conflict of those two passions which were strongly attracted.She persisted with the idea of ​​hitting Stowington with a feeling that was almost haunted by fear.It was feasible, by its natural function, and it seemed like a healthy, sane symbol battling the men in black fantasies that kept swirling around her like a tide.But Stowington was deserted, a mockery of the idea of ​​a safe haven she had built in her mind.The symbol of health and sanity became a death row cell. They continued westward, picking up some survivors along the way, her hopes of disappearing without a struggle fading.In her mind, this hope was gradually dying, and Larry was becoming more and more important.He was sleeping with Lucy Swan now, but what did it matter?Larry had courted her.Everyone else had two very different dreams: the man in black and the old woman.The old woman seemed to represent some kind of natural force, like the man in black.The old woman is the core, and everyone else is gradually moving closer to her. Nadina never dreamed of her. Only dreamed about the man in black.When other people's dreams suddenly became hazy for some reason, her dreams seemed to become clearer. She knows a lot of things they don't.The man in black was named Randall Flagg.Those in the west who went against the grain were either crucified, driven insane somehow, or left to walk around on the scorching ground of the Valley of Death.There is a small cadre of technicians in San Francisco and Los Angeles, but they are temporary workers; soon they will move to Las Vegas, which is the main staging area and the population is gradually expanding.The Rocky Mountain Pass will soon be filled with snow, and although there are snow plows, there will be no one able to use them in the severe cold.It will be a long and cold winter.By next April...or May... Nadina lay in the dark, looking at the sky.Boulder was her last hope.The old woman was also her last hope.The health and sanity she had hoped to find in Stowington had transferred to Boulder.They were all good, she thought, good people, and it would have been easy for her if that was all, and conflicting hopes gripped her wildly. She firmly believes that killing is the heaviest sin in this world where nine out of ten people die, and this idea echoes in her mind over and over again like a main theme.Her heart told her beyond doubt that Randall Flagg was a man who killed for a living.But, oh, how she longed for his cold kisses--more than she'd kissed a high school boy or a college boy... even--she thought terribly--more than Larry Underwood's kisses and hugs. We'll be in Boulder tomorrow, she thought.也许我就会知道这次旅行是否就结束了…… 一颗流星划过了天空，她像孩子一样许了个愿。