While at the market one day, trying to decide which bunch of flowers would best brighten up my comfortable but colorless student digs2, I spied an elderly gentleman having difficulty holding onto his walking stick and his bag of apples. I rushed over and relieved him of the apples, giving him time to regain his balance.

　　"Thanks, luv3,?he said in that distinctive Yorkshire lilt I never tire of hearing.4 "I'm quite all right now, not to worry,?he said, smiling at me not only with his mouth but with a pair of dancing bright blue eyes.

　　"May I walk with you?" I inquired. "Just to make sure those apples don't become sauce prematurely."5

　　He laughed and said, "Now, you are a long way from home, lass. From the States, are you?"

　　"Only from one of them.6 New York. I'll tell you all about it as we walk.?

　　So began my friendship with Mr. Burns, a man whose smile and warmth would very soon come to mean a great deal to me.

　　As we walked, Mr. Burns (whom I always addressed as such and never by his first name) leaned heavily on his stick, a stout, gnarled affair that resembled my notion of a biblical staff 7. When we arrived at his house, I helped him set his parcels on the table and insisted on lending a hand with the preparations for his "tea"-that is, his meal. I interpreted his weak protest as gratitude for the assistance.8

　　After making his tea, I asked if it would be all right if I came back and visited with him again. I thought I'd look in on him9 from time to time, to see if he needed anything. With a wink and a smile he replied, "I've never been one to turn down an offer from a good-hearted lass.?

　　I came back the next day, at about the same time, so I could help out once more with his evening meal. The great walking stick was a silent reminder of his infirmity10, and, though he never asked for help, he didn't protest when it was given. That very evening we had our first "heart to heart." Mr. Burns asked about my studies, my plans, and, mostly, about my family. I told him that my father had recently died, but I didn't offer much else about the relationship I'd had with him. In response, he gestured toward the two framed photographs on the end table next to his chair. They were pictures of two different women, one notably older than the other. But the resemblance between the two was striking.

　　"That's Mary," he said, indicating the photograph of the older woman. "She's been gone11 for six years. And that's our Alice. She was a very fine nurse. Losing her was too much for my Mary."

　　I responded with the tears I hadn't been able to shed for my own pain. I cried for Mary. I cried for Alice. I cried for Mr. Burns. And I cried for my father to whom I never had the chance to say good-bye.

　　I visited with Mr. Burns twice a week, always on the same days and at the same time. Whenever I came, he was seated in his chair, his walking stick propped up against the wall. Mr. Burns owned a small black-and-white television set, but he evidently preferred his books and photograph records for entertainment. He always seemed especially glad to see me. Although I told myself I was delighted to be useful, I was happier still to have met someone to whom I could reveal those thoughts and feelings that, until then, I'd hardly acknowledged to myself.

　　While fixing the tea, our chats would begin. I told Mr. Burns how terribly guilty I felt about not having been on speaking terms with my father12 the two weeks prior to his death. I'd never had the chance to ask my father's forgiveness. And he had never had the chance to ask for mine.

　　Although Mr. Burns talked, he allowed me the lion's share.13 Mostly I recall him listening. But how he listened! It wasn't just that he was attentive to what I said. It was as if he were reading me, absorbing all the information I provided, and adding details from his own experience and imagination to create a truer understanding of my words.

　　After about a month, I decided to pay my friend a visit on an "off day14." I didn't bother to telephone as that type of formality did not seem requisite in our relationship15. Coming up to the house, I saw him working in his garden, bending with ease and getting up with equal facility16. I was dumbfounded. Could this be the same man who used that massive walking stick?

　　He suddenly looked in my direction. Evidently sensing my puzzlement over his mobility, he waved me over17, looking more than a bit sheepish18. I said nothing, but accepted his invitation to come inside.

　　"Well, luv. Allow me to make you a 'cuppa'19 this time. You look all done in."20

　　"How?" I began. "I thought..."

　　"I know what you thought, luv. When you first saw me at the market...well, I'd twisted my ankle a bit earlier in the day. Tripped on a stone while doing a bit of gardening. Always been a clumsy fool.?

　　"But...when were you able to...walk normally again??

　　Somehow, his eyes managed to look merry and contrite21 at the same time. "Ah, well, I guess that'll be the very next day after our first meeting."

　　"But why?" I asked, truly perplexed. Surely he couldn't have been feigning helplessness to get me to make him his tea every now and then.

　　"That second time you came 'round, luv, it was then I saw how unhappy you were. Feeling lonely and sad about your dad and all. I thought, well, the lass could use a bit of an old shoulder to lean on. But I knew you were telling yourself you were visiting me for my sake and not your own. Didn't think you'd come back if you knew I was fit. And I knew you were in sore need of someone to talk to. Someone older, older than your dad, even. And someone who knew how to listen."

　　"And the stick?"

　　"Ah. A fine stick, that. I use it when I walk the moors22. We must do that together soon."

　　So we did. And Mr. Burns, the man I'd set out to23 help, helped me. He'd made a gift of his time,24 bestowing attention and kindness to a young girl who needed both.

　　1. come to terms with：对……能够接受。

　　2. digs： [用作单数]寄宿舍。

　　3. luv：亲爱的，宝贝儿[love的变体]。

　　4. 用那种我从来都听不厌的约克郡人特有的轻快调子说。

　　5. 免得让这些苹果过早地变成苹果酱（意即不让苹果摔烂）。

　　6. 这里是作者故意跟老人开玩笑，把the States曲解为众州。Mr. Burns 所说的 “the States” 指 the United States（美国）。

　　7. 一根粗大多节的东西，很符合我头脑中《圣经》里的手杖的形象。 affair：物品，东西。

　　8. 我把他的不太强烈的拒绝看作是对我帮助他的答谢。

　　9. look in on sb：看望某人。

　　10. infirmity：虚弱。

　　11. 去世。

　　12. 和我父亲不说话（关系闹僵）。

　　13. 大部分时间都是他让我在说话。 lion's share：最大的部分。

　　14. 休息日。

　　15.我们的关系中似乎不需要那样的礼节。 requisite：需要的，必不可少的。

　　16. facility：灵巧。

　　17. 他招手示意我过去。

　　18. sheepish：羞怯的。

　　19. 给你沏杯茶。

　　20. 你看起来累坏了。

　　21. contrite：怀着歉意的。

　　22. moor：荒野。

　　23. set out to do sth：开始做……。

　　24. 他把自己的时间做成了一份礼物。