I followed him through a tour of the house, then accepted when he offered me a cup of tea. Barry had a sophisticated kindness about him and listened attentively as I chattered nervously about myself. His silver-rimmed glasses accented a few gray streaks in his dark hair. Soon, his warm, inviting smile put me at ease, and we spent the next two hours talking casually. Ultimately, I decided not to take the room and reluctantly bade him good-bye.

我便隨著他參觀了一下房子，并接受了他的邀請，喝了一杯茶。巴里沉穩而耐心，他專心地聽我喋喋不休地談論著自己。他那銀鑲邊的眼鏡使他深色頭發中的幾縷白發格外醒目。很快，他燦爛、熱情的微笑令我放松。在接下來的兩個小時里，我們隨意地聊著。最后，我決定不租那房間，并依依不舍地和他道別。

The months went by quickly while I busied myself with preparation for the move. I thought of Bany often, but couldn't consider calling him.

之后，我整天忙于搬家的事，幾個月飛快地過去了。這段日子里，盡管我常常想到巴里，卻不曾想過要打電話給他。

"I'm moving to New York in three weeks, "I said to Stacy as we walked out of my office and into the dining area. "As much as I'd like to see him again, it would only complicate my life.

一天，當我和斯泰西離開我的辦公室走向飯廳時，我說：“再過三個星期，我就要去紐約了，再見他一面，只會使我的生活變得一團糟?！?/p>

"Well, brace yourself for complications," Stacy muttered, then nodded toward the door. Barry, with his big blue eyes and engaging smile, walked into my restaurant.

“那么，就讓它一團糟吧!”斯泰西低語道，朝著門那邊點了點頭。是巴里，他用那雙蔚藍色的眼睛望著我，臉上帶著攝人心魄的微笑，走進了飯店。

"Hello," he said softly. "Do you have time to join me for a cup of coffee?"

"Of course." I tried not to gasp.

“你好，”他溫柔地說道。“現在有空喝杯咖啡嗎?”

“當然!”我試著不讓自己窒息。

We slid into a booth and our conversation picked up where it left off before. He, too, was making a career change and was moving back to South Africa. His departure date was one week before mine. Now I knew I had to calm my pounding heart. We obviously had no future together. He took my phone number and invited me to dinner sometime. I accepted, suppressing my sadness, knowing I would be leaving in two short weeks and the date would probably never happen.

我們拐進了一家路邊小店，接著上次的話題聊了起來。從他的談話中，我得知他也正要換一份工作，回到南非去。他的行程先于我一個星期?，F在我明白我必須讓自己沖動的心冷靜一下。很明顯，我們倆不會有結果。他問了我的電話號碼，說以后會請我吃飯。我強忍著悲痛接受了，因為我知道兩個星期后我將離開，這可能是永遠都無法實現的約會。

But it did. He picked me up a few days later for a movie and dinner. We talked for hours about our lives, our hopes, our separate dreams--- mine in New York, his in South Africa. Never had I spoken so freely, so comfortably, with a man. He reached across the table and took my hand. I thought I saw in his eyes the same love l felt swelling in my hear. He said, "I'm just sorry I met you only one week before l leave."

可它竟然實現了!幾天后，他來接我，我們一起看電影，吃晚飯。我們聊了幾個小時，聊生活，聊希望，聊我們各自的夢想--我的在紐約，而他的在南非。我從不曾和一個男人談得如此暢快，如此舒服。他握住我的手。從他的眼神里，我想我看到了正在我心中急劇膨脹的愛。他說。“我真的很遺憾，走前的一個星期才遇到你。”

"We still have seven days, " I said meekly.

“可我們還有整整七天。”我無限深情地答道。

"Then let's make the most of it." He helped me on with my sweater. Hand in hand, we strolled to the car and made plans for the next day and the next and the next. As he drove me home, Tracy Chapman sang, "Give me one reason to stay, and I'll turn right back around." Was his heart singing along like mine?

“那么就讓我們充分地享受它們吧，”說著，他幫我穿上外套。我們手牽著手走向汽車，計劃著我們的明天以及明天的明天。在他開車送我回家的路上，我心中響起了特蕾西·查普曼的歌?“給我一個留下的理由，我將會回頭……”。不知他心里是否也在和我一起歌唱呢?

I followed him through a tour of the house, then accepted when he offered me a cup of tea. Barry had a sophisticated kindness about him and listened attentively as I chattered nervously about myself. His silver-rimmed glasses accented a few gray streaks in his dark hair. Soon, his warm, inviting smile put me at ease, and we spent the next two hours talking casually. Ultimately, I decided not to take the room and reluctantly bade him good-bye.

我便隨著他參觀了一下房子，并接受了他的邀請，喝了一杯茶。巴里沉穩而耐心，他專心地聽我喋喋不休地談論著自己。他那銀鑲邊的眼鏡使他深色頭發中的幾縷白發格外醒目。很快，他燦爛、熱情的微笑令我放松。在接下來的兩個小時里，我們隨意地聊著。最后，我決定不租那房間，并依依不舍地和他道別。

The months went by quickly while I busied myself with preparation for the move. I thought of Bany often, but couldn't consider calling him.

之后，我整天忙于搬家的事，幾個月飛快地過去了。這段日子里，盡管我常常想到巴里，卻不曾想過要打電話給他。

"I'm moving to New York in three weeks, "I said to Stacy as we walked out of my office and into the dining area. "As much as I'd like to see him again, it would only complicate my life.

一天，當我和斯泰西離開我的辦公室走向飯廳時，我說：“再過三個星期，我就要去紐約了，再見他一面，只會使我的生活變得一團糟?！?/p>

"Well, brace yourself for complications," Stacy muttered, then nodded toward the door. Barry, with his big blue eyes and engaging smile, walked into my restaurant.

“那么，就讓它一團糟吧!”斯泰西低語道，朝著門那邊點了點頭。是巴里，他用那雙蔚藍色的眼睛望著我，臉上帶著攝人心魄的微笑，走進了飯店。

"Hello," he said softly. "Do you have time to join me for a cup of coffee?"

"Of course." I tried not to gasp.

“你好，”他溫柔地說道?！艾F在有空喝杯咖啡嗎?”

“當然!”我試著不讓自己窒息。

We slid into a booth and our conversation picked up where it left off before. He, too, was making a career change and was moving back to South Africa. His departure date was one week before mine. Now I knew I had to calm my pounding heart. We obviously had no future together. He took my phone number and invited me to dinner sometime. I accepted, suppressing my sadness, knowing I would be leaving in two short weeks and the date would probably never happen.

我們拐進了一家路邊小店，接著上次的話題聊了起來。從他的談話中，我得知他也正要換一份工作，回到南非去。他的行程先于我一個星期。現在我明白我必須讓自己沖動的心冷靜一下。很明顯，我們倆不會有結果。他問了我的電話號碼，說以后會請我吃飯。我強忍著悲痛接受了，因為我知道兩個星期后我將離開，這可能是永遠都無法實現的約會。

But it did. He picked me up a few days later for a movie and dinner. We talked for hours about our lives, our hopes, our separate dreams--- mine in New York, his in South Africa. Never had I spoken so freely, so comfortably, with a man. He reached across the table and took my hand. I thought I saw in his eyes the same love l felt swelling in my hear. He said, "I'm just sorry I met you only one week before l leave."

可它竟然實現了!幾天后，他來接我，我們一起看電影，吃晚飯。我們聊了幾個小時，聊生活，聊希望，聊我們各自的夢想--我的在紐約，而他的在南非。我從不曾和一個男人談得如此暢快，如此舒服。他握住我的手。從他的眼神里，我想我看到了正在我心中急劇膨脹的愛。他說?！拔艺娴暮苓z憾，走前的一個星期才遇到你。”

"We still have seven days, " I said meekly.

“可我們還有整整七天?！蔽覠o限深情地答道。

"Then let's make the most of it." He helped me on with my sweater. Hand in hand, we strolled to the car and made plans for the next day and the next and the next. As he drove me home, Tracy Chapman sang, "Give me one reason to stay, and I'll turn right back around." Was his heart singing along like mine?

“那么就讓我們充分地享受它們吧，”說著，他幫我穿上外套。我們手牽著手走向汽車，計劃著我們的明天以及明天的明天。在他開車送我回家的路上，我心中響起了特蕾西·查普曼的歌?“給我一個留下的理由，我將會回頭……”。不知他心里是否也在和我一起歌唱呢?