羊毛战记 Part 4 The Unraveling 32

　　32,　　A glooming peace this morning with it brings;The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head.,　　Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished.,　　It was the morning of the worst cleaning of Lukas’s life—and for once he considered going intowork, ignoring the paid holiday, to pretend it was a day like any other. He sat at the foot of his bed ashe worked up the courage to move, one of his many star charts in his lap. Lightly with his fingers, soas not to smear ¹ the marks away, he caressed ² the charcoal ³ outline of one star in particular.,　　It wasn’t a star like the others. Those were simple dots on a meticulous ⁴ grid ⁵ with details of datesighted, location, and intensity ⁶. This wasn’t that kind of star—not one that lasted nearly so long. Itwas the five-pointed kind, the outline of a sheriff’s badge. He remembered drawing the shape whileshe was talking to him one night, the steel on her chest glowing faintly as it caught the weak lightfrom the stairwell. He remembered her voice being magical, the way she carried herself mesmerizing,and her arrival into his boring routine had been as unexpected as the parting of clouds.,　　He also remembered how she had turned away from him in her cell two nights ago, had tried tosave his feelings by pushing him away.,　　He set the star chart aside and dropped his face into his palms. He rested there, so tired, trying toconvince himself to just get up and go to work. If he went to work, at least he’d be distracted. Hetried to remember where he’d left off in the server room last week. Was it the number eight tower thathad gone down again? Sammi had suggested he swap ⁹ out the control board, but Lukas had suspecteda bad cable. That’s what he’d been doing, he remembered now: toning out the Ethernet runs. It’swhat he should have been doing right then, that very day. Anything but sitting around on a holiday,feeling like he could be physically ¹⁰ ill over a woman about whom he’d done little more than tell hismother.,　　Lukas stood and shrugged ¹¹ on the same pair of overalls ¹² he’d worn the day before. He remainedthere a moment, staring at his bare feet, wondering why he’d gotten up. Where was he going? Hismind was completely blank, his body numb ⁸. He wondered if he could stand there, unmoving, hisstomach twisted in knots, for the rest of his life. Someone would eventually find him, wouldn’t they?,　　Dead and stiff, standing ¹³ upright, a statue of a corpse ¹⁴.,　　He shook his head and these black thoughts loose and looked for his boots.,　　He found them; it was an accomplishment ¹⁵. Lukas had done something by getting himself dressed.,There's a smear on your shirt.你衬衫上有个污点 。,His fingers caressed the back of her neck. 他的手指抚摩着她的后颈。