I sat up in surprise, realizing the light was gone, behind the trees, and I had fallen asleep. 我吃惊地坐起来，发觉光线已经消失在了树丛后。

I looked around, muddled, with the sudden feeling that I wasn't alone. 我方才睡着了。我茫然地环顾四周，忽然意识到我不是一个人。

"Charlie?" I asked. But I could hear his door slamming in front of the house. “查理？”我出声询问道。但我能听到从房子前头传来的他关门的声音。

I jumped up, foolishly edgy, gathering the now-damp quilt and my book. 我跳起来，急躁得有些可笑，收拾起已经有些潮湿的褥子和书。

I ran inside to get some oil heating on the stove, realizing that dinner would be late. 我冲进屋里，往锅里放了点油，开始加热，意识到晚餐要推迟了。

Charlie was hanging up his gun belt and stepping out of his boots when I came in. 当我进来的时候，查理正在把武装带挂起来，脱下靴子。

"Sorry, Dad, dinner's not ready yet—I fell asleep outside." I stifled a yawn. “抱歉，爸爸，晚餐还没好——我在屋外睡着了。”我的话被呵欠打断了。

"Don't worry about it," he said. "I wanted to catch the score on the game, anyway." “别担心，”他说。“总之，我想先看看赛事的比分情况。”

I watched TV with Charlie after dinner, for something to do. 为了找些事干，晚饭后我和查理一起看电视。

There wasn't anything on I wanted to watch, but he knew I didn't like baseball, so he turned it to some mindless sitcom that neither of us enjoyed. 没什么我想看的节目，但他知道我不喜欢棒球，所以他换了台，切换到某个我们都不怎么喜欢的情景喜剧。

He seemed happy, though, to be doing something together. 但他还是很开心，因为我们能待在一起做点什么。

And it felt good, despite my depression, to make him happy. 如果不去管我的失落的话，让他高兴是件不错的事。

"Dad," I said during a commercial, "Jessica and Angela are going to look at dresses for the dance tomorrow night in Port Angeles, “爸爸，”插播广告的时候我说道。“杰西卡和安吉拉打算明天晚上去天使港去找舞会穿的衣服，

and they wanted me to help them choose... do you mind if I go with them?" 她们想让我帮忙挑选……你介意我跟她们一起去吗？”

"Jessica Stanley?" he asked. “杰西卡·斯坦利？”他问道。

"And Angela Weber." I sighed as I gave him the details. “还有安吉拉·韦伯。”我叹了口气，给了他更加详尽的信息。

He was confused. "But you're not going to the dance, right?" 他很困惑：“可你不打算去舞会，对吧？”

"No, Dad, but I'm helping them find dresses—you know, giving them constructive criticism." I wouldn't have to explain this to a woman. “我不去，爸爸。但我可以帮她们找衣服——你知道，给她们一点有建设性的意见。”如果是跟一个女人说话，我就不用解释这些了。