I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair- it just won’t behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet.
Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with blue eyes too for her face staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to retrain my wayward hair in a ponytail and hop that I look semi presentable.
鏡子裡的我沮喪地皺著眉頭.
該死的頭髮,完全不受控制,正在生病的Katherine Kavanagh該死的讓我承受這苦難.
我必須為了我下禮拜的期末考做準備,但我現在卻在這裡努力地想搞定我的頭髮,
我絕對不再濕著頭髮睡覺 我絕對不再濕著頭髮睡覺 如同背誦真理般反覆唸了幾次,再一次,我試圖讓它臣服在梳子下
我轉著眼珠子 憤怒的緊盯著鏡子中同樣瞪著我的臉色蒼白的棕髮藍眼女孩,然後放棄了
我唯一的選項是再教育我倔降的頭髮,希望它在綁成馬尾之後能讓我比較能見人.
Kate is my roommate, and she has chosen today off all days to succumb to flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she’d arranged to do, with some mega-industrialist tycoon I’ve never heard of, for the student newspaper. So I have been volunteered. I have final exams to cram for, one essay to finish, and I’m supposed to be working this afternoon, but no – today I have hundred and sixty-five miles to downtown Seattle in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Grey Enterprise Holdings Inc. As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of our University, his time is extraordinarily precious – much more precious than mine – but he has granted Kate an interview. A real coup, she tells me. Damn her extra-curricular activities.
凱特是我的室友, 什麼日子不選,她偏偏卻在今天屈服在流感下.因此她今天無法出席為了學生報安排的採訪,是跟一些我連聽都沒聽過的商業巨頭,
於是我變成了義工!
被一堆期末考塞爆要準備還有一個專題得完成,我這個下午是必須得念書的,
但是沒辦法,我今天得跑到165公里遠的Seattle城鎮去見謎樣的Grey Enterprise Holdings Inc. 執行長.
身為一個優秀的企業家和我們大學的主要捐贈者,他的時間比起我的特別寶貴
,但他卻願意給凱特採訪, 這真是很令人震驚她說.
這該死的課外活動
Kate is huddled on the couch in the living room.
“Ana, I’m sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we’ll both have granted by then. As the editor, I can’t blow this off. Please,” Kate begs me in her rasping, score throat voice. How does she do it? Evan ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair in place and green eyes bright, although now red- rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy.
“Of course I’ll go Kate. You should get back to bed. Would you like some Nyquil or Tylenol?”
“Nyquil, please. Here are the questions and my mini-disc recorder. Just press record here. Make notes, I’ll transcribe it all.”
“I Know nothing about him,” I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.
“The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.”
“Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed I made you some soup to hear up later.” I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Kate, would I do this.
“I will. Good luck And thanks Ana - as usual, you’re my lifesaver.”
Gathering my satchel, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannot believe I have let Kate talk me into this. But then Kate can talk anyone into anything. She’ll make an exceptional journalist. She’s articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative, beautiful – and she’s my dearest, dearest friend
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