【时间旅行者的妻子】51

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I’m very hungry. I’m very tired. I’m supposed to be in Dr. Quarrie’s Shakespeare seminar, but I’m sure I’ve managed to miss it. Too bad. We’re doing Midsummer Night’s Dream.The upside of this police car is: it’s warm and I’m not in Chicago. Chicago’s Finest hate me because I keep disappearing while I’m in custody¹, and they can’t figure it out. Also I refuse to talk to them, so they still don’t know who I am, or where I live. The day they find out, I’m toast because there are several outstanding warrants for my arrest: breaking and entering, shoplifting, resisting arrest, breaking arrest, trespassing², indecent exposure, robbery, und so weiter. From this one might deduce that I am a very inept³ criminal, but really the main problem is that it’s so hard to be inconspicuous when you’re naked. Stealth and speed are my main assets and so, when I try to burgle houses in broad daylight stark⁴ naked, sometimes it doesn’t work out. I’ve been arrested seven times, and so far I’ve always vanished before they can fingerprint⁵ me or take a photo.　The neighbors keep peering in the windows of the police car at me. I don’t care. I don’t care. This is taking a long time. Fuck, I hate this. I lean back and close my eyes.　A car door opens. Cold air—my eyes fly open—for an instant I see the metal grid⁶ that separates the front of the car from the back, the cracked vinyl seats, my hands in the cuffs⁷, my gooseflesh legs, the flat sky through the windshield, the black visored hat on the dashboard, the clipboard in the officer’s hand, his red face, tufted graying eyebrows⁸ and jowls like drapes—everything shimmers⁹, iridescent¹⁰, butter fly-wing colors and the policeman says, “Hey, he’s having some kinda fit—” and my teeth are chattering¹¹ hard and before my eyes the police car vanishes and I am lying on my back in my own backyard. Yes. Yes! I fill my lungs with the sweet September night air. I sit up and rub my wrists, still marked where the handcuffs were.“好吧，没问题。还会发生什么？”