卷发与等待

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When Della got home, 德拉到家后，

her excitement gave way to a little common sense. 那股兴奋劲儿过去，理智稍微占了上风。

She got out her curling irons, lit the gas, 她拿出卷发棒，点着煤气，

and set to work repairing the damage done by generosity added to love. 开始动手收拾这份因慷慨和爱意造成的残局。

Within forty minutes, her head was covered in tiny, 不到四十分钟，她满头就卷满了细小、

close-lying curls that made her look remarkably like a schoolboy skipping class. 紧贴头皮的小卷发，让她看起来活像个逃学的小男生。

She studied her reflection long and critically. 她对着镜子，挑剔地端详了自己好半天。

"If Jim doesn't kill me before he takes a second look," “要是吉姆看第一眼没当场把我掐死，”

she said to herself, "he'll say I look like a chorus girl. 她自言自语道，“他肯定得说我像个歌舞团的伴舞女郎。

But what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?" 可拿着一块八毛七分钱，我还能怎么办呢？”

What we give up for love always looks bigger in the mirror than it will in the end. 为了爱做出的牺牲，在镜子里看着总显得比原本严重得多。

By seven o'clock, 到了七点钟，

the coffee was made and the frying pan was hot. 咖啡煮好了，平底锅也烧热了。

Jim was never late. 吉姆从来不迟到。

Then she heard his step on the stairs, and she went white. 接着她听到了楼梯上传来他的脚步声，脸色唰地一下白了。