I stood carefully, and I was still fine. He held the door for me, his smile polite but his eyes mocking.
我小心的站起来，情况还不错。他帮我把门打开，他的笑容很友善但是他的眼中带着嘲笑。
I walked out into the cold, fine mist that had just begun to fall.
我走进寒风中，雾才刚刚散去。
It felt nice — the first time I'd enjoyed the constant moisture falling out of the sky — as it washed my face clean of the sticky perspiration.
这很漂亮——第一次我能感受到天空中连续的雨水—— 它重刷着我脸上黏腻的汗水。
"Thanks," I said as he followed me out. "It's almost worth getting sick to miss Gym."
“谢谢，”我对着跟着我出来的他说道。“对于逃过体育课来说生病也值得了。”
"Anytime." He was staring straight forward, squinting into the rain.
“不客气。”他开始直直的盯着我，斜视看着雨。
"So are you going? This Saturday, I mean?" I was hoping he would, though it seemed unlikely.
“所以你这周六怎么打算的？”我希望他能来，尽管看起来不太可能。
I couldn't picture him loading up to carpool with the rest of the kids from school;
我无法想象他背着大包小包和别的学校里面的孩子一样
he didn't belong in the same world.
他不属于同一个世界。
But just hoping that he might gave me the first twinge of enthusiasm I'd felt for the outing.
但是我想他可能给我一个重重打击浇灭我这次远足的热情。