Chapter 13

Chapter 13 As Heavy as a Wet Blanket simile (n) a comparison of one thing with another using "like" or "as" Evan woke up on Saturday morning in a bad mood. It was the same mood he'd gone to bed with on Friday night. The same mood that had followed him all that day, hanging over his shoulders like a heavy, wet, stinky wool blanket. But after he'd complained to his mother for ten solid minutes about the lack of milk in the house and then snapped at Jessie for leaving her shoes on the stairs right where he would trip over them, both his mother and Jessie declared that he was a beast and told him to get out of the house until he turned back into a human being. He decided to grab his snowshoes and hike

像湿毯子一样沉重的明喻（名词）用like或As来比较一件事和另一件事。埃文星期六早上醒来心情不好。 这和他周五晚上上床睡觉时的心情是一样的。 那同样的情绪一整天都跟着他，像一条又湿又臭的沉重的羊毛毯子一样悬在他的肩上。 但是，在他向母亲抱怨了整整十分钟家里没有牛奶之后，又因为杰西把鞋子放在楼梯上而对他大发脾气，因为他会被鞋子绊倒，他的母亲和杰西都宣称他是一头野兽，并告诉他离开家，直到他变回一个人。 他决定拿起雪鞋徒步旅行

through the woods and into the cemetery. There were good trees for climbing there, and it was his favorite place to think. He went to the garage and started rummaging through the big plastic bin of outdoor stuff. About four inches of snow had fallen last night, and although he could have gone out in just his boots, it was more fun to wear snowshoes. He started hunting through the shelves in the garage. Instead of finding his own snowshoes, though, he found his dad's. They were behind the pile of sleds, Boogie Boards, and Skim Disks, wedged between the wall and the shelving unit. Evan scowled. Things that used to belong to his dad were always turning up. He'd be looking on the bookshelf for one of his old Calvin and Hobbes books, and he'd find a book on fly- fishing instead. Or he'd be reaching all the way to the back of the linen closet for a clean pillowcase, and there would be his dad's old Michigan Wolverines hat. Evan hated finding

穿过树林，进入墓地。 那里有爬树的好地方，也是他最喜欢思考的地方。 他走到车库，开始翻找装着户外用品的大塑料箱。 昨晚下了大约四英寸厚的雪，虽然他本来可以只穿靴子出去，但穿雪鞋更有趣。 他开始在车库的架子上搜寻。 然而，他没有找到自己的雪鞋，而是找到了他爸爸的。 他们躲在一堆雪橇、冲浪板和脱脂圆盘的后面，夹在墙和架子之间。 艾凡皱起了眉头。以前属于他父亲的东西总是出现。 他会在书架上找一本卡尔文和霍布斯的旧书，结果却找到了一本关于飞蝇钓鱼的书。 或者他会一直摸到亚麻布衣橱的后面找一个干净的枕套，那里会有他爸爸的密歇根狼獾队的旧帽子。 埃文讨厌发现

these reminders. He figured, what's done is done. There was no point in even thinking about the past. But this time, he looked at the snowshoes and then at his own feet. He'd been growing a lot this year. He was the second tallest boy in his class. Maybe his dad's old snowshoes would fit him. He sat down and adjusted the toe straps to their smallest setting. Then he jammed the toes of his boots into the straps and cinched the heel straps as tight as they would go. He stood up and took a few scratchy steps across the concrete garage floor. The snowshoes stayed on. Out in the cemetery, the snow had drifted and banked so that some spots were several feet deep, but others were covered by no more than a dusting. Evan decided to circle the whole cemetery once, then do a double crisscross through the middle and end up at the Civil War monument, which was made from three old

这些提醒。他想，木已成舟。 甚至连回忆过去都没有意义。 但这一次，他看了看雪鞋，又看了看自己的脚。 他今年长了很多。 他是班上第二高的男孩。 也许他爸爸的旧雪地鞋适合他。 他坐下来，把脚趾带调整到最小的位置。 然后，他把靴子的脚趾塞进皮带里，把鞋跟的带子紧紧地束紧。 他站起来，在车库的水泥地板上走了几步。 雪鞋还穿着。外面的墓地里，积雪已经堆积起来，有些地方有几英尺深，但其他地方只覆盖着一层灰尘。 埃文决定绕着整个墓地转一圈，然后在中间交叉两圈，最后到达内战纪念碑，它是用三根旧的

cannons welded together. That way he'd be hot and sweaty, and sitting on the cold metal would feel good. When he finally dropped his snowshoes and started to haul himself to the top of the monument, he was glad he'd put on gloves. The cannons were freezing cold, and getting to the top was like shimmying up a giant black icicle. But Evan was good at climbing, and he made it to the top without too much slipping and sliding. Once he was there, though, that feeling of power that usually came over him—the one that made him want to shout "I am the king of the world!" —didn't come. Instead, it was as if the heavy, wet blanket had followed him, and now it draped itself over his shoulders, just as before. What was the point of getting out of the house if you couldn't ditch your bad mood? And then something even worse happened. Walking up the back path from the opposite end of the cemetery with her old, half-blind dog

大炮焊接在一起。那样他就会又热又汗，坐在冰冷的金属上感觉会很好。 当他终于脱掉雪鞋，开始把自己拖到纪念碑的顶端时，他很高兴自己戴上了手套。 大炮是冰冷的，爬到山顶就像爬上一根巨大的黑色冰柱。 但埃文擅长攀岩，他爬到山顶时没有太多的滑倒和滑动。 然而，一旦他到了那里，那种权力的感觉就会像往常一样涌上心头——这种感觉使他想大喊一声：“我是世界之王！”也不来了。 相反，好像那沉重的湿毯子一直跟着他，现在它像以前一样披在他的肩膀上。 如果你不能摆脱坏心情，那么出门有什么意义呢？ 然后更糟糕的事情发生了。 带着她那只半盲的老狗从墓地的另一头沿着小路走着

came Megan Moriarty. She was the last person Evan wanted to see—or be seen with—and he quickly looked around to check for anyone who might be watching them. But the cemetery was empty. Megan was nearly at the monument before she noticed Evan. She had her head down because of the wind, and her dog trailed behind her as if he was having trouble keeping up. When she caught sight of him, Megan stood up tall and waved enthusiastically, a big smile lighting up her face. Evan barely nodded, then looked the other way. He couldn't pretend he hadn't seen her, but he sure as heck wasn't going to give her the idea that he cared she was there. "What are you doing up there?" Megan asked as she walked up to the base of the monument. "Nothing," said Evan, and shrugged to show that she wasn't going to get any more out of him. "I'll come up." Megan turned to her dog and said, "Sit. Stay." Then she put one foot on the

梅根·莫里亚蒂来了。她是埃文最不想见到的人——或者被人看到和她在一起——他迅速环顾四周，看看是否有人在监视他们。 但是墓地是空的。 梅根快到纪念碑时才注意到埃文。 因为有风，她低着头，她的狗跟在她后面，好像跟不上似的。 当她看到他的时候，梅金站了起来，热情地挥手，脸上露出了灿烂的笑容。 埃文勉强点了点头，然后看向了另一个方向。 他不能假装没看见她，但他肯定不会让她觉得他在乎她在那里。 “你在上面干什么？”梅金边问边走到纪念碑的底部。 “没什么，”埃文说，耸了耸肩，表示她不想再从他那里得到什么了。 “我上来。”梅金转身对她的狗说：“坐下。 留下来。”然后她把一只脚放在

lowest cannon. "There isn't room. And it's slippery. You'd probably get hurt." Megan stopped, took her foot down, then stared up at him. Evan was careful to look off in the distance, as if he'd forgotten that she was even there. The wind had picked up again, and it was really cold on top of the monument. Evan half wished he could climb down. For a split second he imagined the two of them heading back to his house for hot chocolate, but he pushed that thought out of his head. Instead, he let the beastliness rise up in him again, and he said, "Dogs aren't allowed in the cemetery. It's a new rule." "Nobody ever told me that," said Megan. "We always walk him here." "Well, you've just been lucky, that's all. If the police see you walking your dog, they'll fine you twenty-five dollars." He didn't really know what the fine was, and he'd never seen the police stop

最低的大炮。“没有地方了。 而且很滑。你可能会受伤。” 梅金停了下来，把脚放下，然后抬头盯着他。 埃文小心翼翼地向远处望去，仿佛他已经忘记了她的存在。 风又刮起来了，纪念碑顶上真的很冷。 埃文真希望自己能爬下来。 刹那间，他想象着他们俩一起回家去喝热巧克力，但他把这个想法赶了出去。 相反，他让他的兽性再次上升，他说：“狗是不允许进入墓地的。 这是新规定。”“从来没有人告诉过我，”梅金说。 “我们总是带他来这里。” “好吧，你只是运气好，仅此而已。 如果警察看到你在遛狗，他们会罚你25美元。” 他真的不知道罚款是多少，他也从未见过警察停下来