Allison和Clark的故事

Allison和Clark是一对夫妻，Clark 78岁,Allison35岁，他们一整个晚上都在做南瓜灯笼……
Allison and her husband, Clark, who is much older than she, spend an eveningcarving^{1pumpkins3until early the next morning.}

Allison struggled away from her white Renault, limping with the weight of the last of the pumpkins. She found Clark in thetwilight^{4on the twig-and-leaf-littered porch behind the house.}

He wore a wool shawl. He was moving up and back in a paddedglider^{6, pushed by the ball of hisslippered7foot.}

Allison lowered a bigpumpkin^{2, let it rest on the wide floorboards.}

Clark was much older-seventy-eight to Allisons thirty-five. They were married. They were both quite tall and looked something alike in their facial features. Allison wore a natural-hairwig^{5. It was a thick blondehood8around her face. She was dressed in bright-dyed denims today. She woredurable9clothes, usually, for she volunteered afternoons at a childrens daycare center.}

She put one of the smaller pumpkins on Clarks long lap. Now, nothing surreal, she told him. Carve just a regular face. These are for the kids.

In the foyer, on the Hipplewhite desk, Allison found the maids chore list with its cross-offs, which included Clarks supper. Allison went quickly through the daily mail: agarish^{10coupon11packet, a bill from Jamestown Liquors, Novembers pay-TV program guide, and the worst thing, the funniest, an already opened, extremely unkind letter from Clarks relations up North. Youre an old fool, Allison read, and, Youre being cruelly deceived. There was a gift check for Clark enclosed, but it was uncashable, signed as it was, Jesus H. Christ.}

Late, late into this night, Allison and Clarkgutted^{12and carved the pumpkins together, at an old table set on the back porch, over newspaper after soggy newspaper, with paring knives and with spoons and with a Swiss Army knife Clark used for exact shaping of tooth and eye andnostril13. Clark had been a doctor, an internist, but also a Sunday watercolorist. His four pumpkins wereexpressive14and artful. Their carved features were suited to the sizes and shapes of the pumpkins. Two lookedferocious15and jagged. One registered surprise. The last wasserene16and beaming.}

Allisons four faces were lessdeftly^{17drawn18, withslits19and areas of distortion. She had cut triangles for noses and eyes. The mouths she had made were just wedges-two turned up and two turned down.}

By one in the morning they were finished. Clark, who hadbent^{20his long torso forward to work, moved back over to the glider and looked out sleepily at nothing. All the lights were out across the ravine.}

Clark stayed. For the season and time, the Virginia night was warm. Most leaves had been blown away already, and the trees stood unbothered. The moon was round above them.

Allison cleaned up the mess.

Your jack-o-lanterns are much, much better than mine, Clark said to her.

Like hell, Allison said.

Look at me, Clark said. Allison did.

She was holding a squishy bundle of newspapers. The papersreeked^{21sweetly with the smell of pumpkinguts22.}

Yours are far better, he said.

Youre wrong. Youll see when theyre lit, Allison said.

She went inside and came back with yellow vigil candles. It took her a while to get each candle settled, and then to line up the results in a row on the porch railing. She went along and lit each candle andfixed^{23the pumpkin lids over the little flames.}

See? she said.

They sat together a moment and looked at the orange faces.

Wereexhausted^{24. Its good night time, Allison said. Dont blow out the candles. Ill put new in tomorrow.}

That night, in their bedroom, a few weeks earlier than had been predicted, Allison began to die. Dont look at me if my wig comes off, she told Clark. Please.

Her pulse cords were fluttering under his fingers. She raised her knees and kicked away the comforter. She said something to Clark about the garage being locked.

At the telephone, Clark had a clear view out back and down to the porch. He wanted to get drunk with his wife once more. He wanted to tell her, from the greater perspective he had, that to own only a little talent, like his, was an awful, plaguing thing; that being only a little special meant you expected too much, most of the time, and liked yourself too little. He wanted to assure her that she had missed nothing.

He was speaking into the phone now. He watched the jack-o-lanterns. The jack-o-lanterns watched him.