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在杂货店里我听见我的朋友呻吟着说：“噢，我刚才不是冒犯人家了吗！”我停止拍打甜瓜，全神贯注地听她讲。

“我碰见了琼斯太太，”她哀号着。“我不知道她丈夫上周去逝了，我问她他身体怎么样。她说：‘他去了。’我以为他因为健康原因去了什么地方，我说……”

话似乎噎在了她的喉咙口。

“你说什么了？”我催促她，“死了倒干净？”

“比那还糟呢。我是说‘你为什么不跟他一起去？’”

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When I was in the grocery store I heard my friend moan，“Oh， did I just make a faux pas！” I stopped thumping melonsand gave her my full attention．

“I ran into Mrs． Jones，” she wailed．“I didn't know thather husband died last week， and I asked her how he was feel ing． She said，‘He's gone．’ I assumed he went someplace forhis health， and I said……”

The words seemed to stick in her throat．

“What did you say？”I prodded her．“Good riddance？”

“Worse than that．I said，‘Why didn't you go withhim？’”