Unit Ten 
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I first heard this story a few years ago from a
girl I had met in New York's Greenwich Village.
Probably the story is one of those mysterious bits of folk-
lore that reappear every few years, to be told anew in
one form or another. However, I still like to think that
it really did happen, somewhere, sometime.
GOING HOME
They were going to Fort Lauderdale -- three boys and three girls--
and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in
paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches and sea tides as the gray, cold
spring of New York vanished behind them.
5 As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo.
He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving,
his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a
lot, frozen into complete silence.
Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard
10 Johnson's, and everybody got off except Vingo.He sat rooted in his seat,
and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his
life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier
going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside
him and introduced herself.
15 " We're going to Florida, " she said brightly. "I hear it's really
beauti- ful. "
"It is," he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to
forget.
"Want some wine?" she said. He smiled and took a swig from the bot-
20 tle. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while,
she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.
In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's, and
this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed
very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young peo-
25 ple chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus,
the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he
began to tell his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four
years, and now he was going home.
"Are you married?"
30 "I don't know. "
"You don't know?" she said.
"Well, when I was in jail I wrote to my wife, " he said. "I told her
that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn't stand it,if
the kids kept askin' questions, if it hurt her too much, well, she could just
35 forget me. I'd understand. Get a new guy, I said-she's a wonderful wom-
an, really something-and forget about me. I told her she didn't have to
write me. And she didn't. Not for three and a half years. "
"And you're going home now, not knowing?"
"Yeah, " he said shyly. "Well, last week, when I was sure the parole
40 was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just
before Jacksonville, and there's a big oak tree just as you come into town.I
told her that if she didn't have a new guy and if she'd take me back, she
should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I'd get off and come
home. If she didn't want me, forget it--no handkerchief, and I'd go on
45 through. "
"Wow, " the girl exclaimed. "Wow. "
She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the
approach of Brunswick, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his
wife and three children -- the woman handsome in a plain way, the chil-
50 dren still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.
Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took
over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great
oak tree. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face, as if fortifying him-
self against still another disappointment.
55 Then Brunswick was 10 miles, and then five. Then, suddenly, all of
the young people were up out of their seats, screaming and shouting and
crying, doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo.
Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree. It was covered with
yellow handkerchiefs - 20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, a tree
60 that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wirid. As the young
people shouted, the old con slowly rose from his seat and made his way
to the front of the bus to go home.
New Words
mysterious / a. strange 神秘的
mystery / n.
folklore / n. 民间传说
reappear vi. appear again after an absence 再(出)现
anew / ad. in a new or different way; again 重新；再
sometime ad. at some uncertain or unstated time 某个时候
tide / n. 潮汐
vanish / vi. disappear
ill-fitting / a. 不和身的
dusty / a. covered with dust 满是灰尘的
mask / vt. hide 遮盖;掩盖
root v. (cause to)be fixed and unmoving(使)生根
(使)固定
runaway/ n. a person that has left home or escaped
逃跑者，出逃者
brightly ad. in a bright manner, cheerfully 欢快地,
高兴地
swig/ n. a long and large drink 疼饮
retreat/ vi. go back; withdraw 退缩；退却，撤退
chatter/ vi. talk fast and noisiy about sth.unimportant
喋喋不休
painfully ad. in great discomfort 痛苦地
painful a.
jail/ n. prison 监狱
guy/ n. (AmE sl.)man;fellow 人；家伙
yeah/ ad. (AmE) yes
parole/ n. conditional release from prison 假释
oak/ n. 橡树
wow/ interj . an expression of surprise 哇，呀
exclaim/ vt. cry out suddenly because of surprise,
anger,pain,etc.惊叫,叫喊说
approach/ n. coming near or nearer 接近,临近
unformed/ a. immature 发育未全的
handle/ vt. touch,feel or use (sth.)with the hand(s)
触,摸,抚弄
snapshot/ n. 快照
tighte/ v. make or become tighter or firmer(使)变紧;
(使)绷紧
fortify/ vt. make strong 增强;给...以勇气
stun/ vt. shock or surprise(sb.)使震惊;使目瞪口呆
banner/ n. flag 旗,旗帜
billow/ vi. wave(波浪)翻腾;波浪般起伏
con/ n. convict,prisoner 囚犯
Phrases & Expressions
dreartt of wish for ardently 向往，渴望
pull into enter, arrive at (车等)驶入;到达
take back agree to receive sb. whom one has dismissed
允许...回来,接受
come throulgh arrive as expected 如所预料地到来
be caught up in be very interested in 对...入迷
take over oceupy 占用;接管
make one's way move along 去，前往
Proper Names
Greenwich Village / 格林尼治村(纽约市)
Fort Lauderdale / 洛德代尔堡(佛罗里达州)
New Jersey / 新泽西(美国州名)
Vingo / 文戈(姓氏)
Howard Johnson / 霍华德.约翰逊
Florida / 佛罗里达(美国州名)
Brunswick / 布伦斯威克(佐治亚州)
Jacksonville / 杰克逊维尔(佛罗里达州)
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