Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Waiting Period waiting period (waiting period) n. A specified delay, required by law, between taking an action and seeing the results of that action. Jessie wanted to have fun. She really did. But it seemed like the more she tried, the less she had. First, the drive to the beach took two and a half hours because of traffic. Jessie felt the car lurching. Forward, stop. Forward, stop. "Memo to myself," said Mr. Moriarty. "Never go to the beach on the Sunday of Labor Day weekend. Especially when there's been a heat wave for more than a week." In the back seat, Jessie and Megan played license

第十二章等待期等待期（等待期） 延迟：在采取行动和看到行动的结果之间，法律要求的特定的延迟 杰西想玩得开心。 她真的做到了。但似乎她越努力，得到的就越少。 首先，由于交通堵塞，开车去海滩花了两个半小时。 杰西感到汽车在摇晃。 前进,停止。前进,停止。 “我自己记住，”莫里亚蒂先生说。 “永远不要在劳动节周末的周日去海滩。 尤其是当热浪已经持续了一个多星期的时候。” 在后座上，杰西和梅根玩起了驾驶执照

plate tag and magnetic bingo and twenty questions, but by the end of the car ride, Jessie was cramped and bored. Then the beach parking lot was full, so they had to park half a mile away and walk. Then the beach was so crowded that they could hardly find a spot for their blanket. Then Megan said the water was too cold and she just wanted to go in up to her ankles. She kept squealing and running backwards every time a gentle ripple of a wave came her way. What fun was that? Sure, the water was cold! It was the North Shore. It was supposed to be cold. That's why it felt so good on a hot day like this. When Jessie and Evan went to the beach, they would boogie board and bodysurf and skimboard and throw a Screaming Scrunch Ball back and forth the whole time. They loved to stay in the water until their lips turned blue and they couldn't stop shaking. Then they'd roast themselves like weenies on their towels until they were hot and sweating again, and then they'd go right back in. Now that was fun at the

车牌标签、磁力宾果游戏和20个问题，但在乘车结束时，杰西感到局促而无聊。 然后海滩停车场满了，所以他们不得不把车停在半英里外，然后步行。 接着，海滩上又挤满了人，他们几乎找不到一块放毯子的地方。 然后梅根说水太冷了，她只想泡到脚踝深的水。 每次有轻微的波浪向她袭来时，她总是尖叫着向后跑。 那有什么好玩的？当然，水很冷！那是北岸。 应该是冷的。 这就是为什么在这么热的天气里感觉这么好。 当杰西和埃文去海滩的时候，他们会玩冲浪板、身体冲浪板和滑板，然后一直来回扔一个尖叫滚球。 他们喜欢呆在水里，直到嘴唇发青，不停地发抖。 然后他们会像烤小香肠一样在毛巾上烤自己，直到他们又热又出汗，然后他们就会直接回去。 这很有趣

beach. Megan liked to build sandcastles and collect shells and play sand tennis and read magazines. That's all fine, thought Jessie. But not going in the water? That's crazy. The ride home was itchy and hot. Jessie had sand in all the places where her skin rubbed together: between her toes, behind her ears, and between the cheeks of her bottom. And somehow she'd gotten sunburned on her back, even though Mrs. Moriarty had smeared her all over with thick, goopy sunscreen twice. Jessie didn't even have the patience for ten questions, let alone twenty. But Megan didn't get that Jessie didn't feel like talking. She kept trying to get her to take a quiz in a teen magazine. If Evan had been there, he would have kept quiet. Or maybe hummed a little. Jessie liked it when Evan hummed. As they turned onto Damon Road, Megan asked, "Are you feeling sick?" In fact, she was. For the past half-hour, Jessie

海滩。梅根喜欢堆沙堡、收集贝壳、打沙网球和看杂志。 这很好，杰西想。 但不下水？ 这太疯狂了。回家的路上又热又痒。 杰西的皮肤摩擦的所有地方都有沙子：脚趾之间、耳朵后面、臀部两颊之间。 尽管莫里亚蒂太太给她全身涂了两次又厚又粘的防晒霜，但不知怎么的，她的后背还是被晒伤了。 杰西连回答十个问题的耐心都没有，更别说二十个了。 但梅根不明白杰西不想说话。 她一直想让她做青少年杂志上的小测验。 如果埃文在那里，他会保持沉默的。 或者哼点小曲。杰西喜欢埃文哼唱。 当他们转向达蒙路时，梅根问：“你不舒服吗？”事实上，她是。 过去的半个小时，杰西

had been imagining walking in the door and facing Evan. And she'd been feeling sicker and sicker with every mile that brought her closer to home.

一直想象着走进门里，面对着埃文。 随着离家越来越近，她感到越来越难受。