殘忍而美麗的情誼:The Kite Runner 追風箏的人(134)
NINETEEN
Again, the car sickness. By the time we drove past the bulletriddled sign that read THE KHYBER PASS WELCOMES YOU, my mouth had begun to water. Something inside my stomach churned and twisted. Farid, my driver, threw me a cold glance. There was no empathy in his eyes.“Can we roll down the window?” I lit a cigarette and tucked it between the remaining two fingers of his left hand, the one resting on the steering wheel. Keeping his black eyes on the road, he stooped forward, picked up the screwdriver lying between his feet, and handed it to me. I stuck it in the small hole in the door where the handle belonged and turned it to roll down my window.
Farid gave me another dismissive look, this one with a hint of barely suppressed animosity, and went back to smoking his cigarette. He hadn’t said more than a dozen words since we’d departed from Jamrud Fort.
“Try a lemon.”
“What?”
“Lemon. Good for the sickness,”
Farid said. “I always bring one for this drive.”
“Nay, thank you,”
I said. The mere thought of adding acidity to my stomach stirred more nausea. Farid snickered. “It’s not fancy like American medicine, I know, just an old remedy my mother taught me.”
I regretted blowing my chance to warm up to him. “In that case, maybe you should give me some.”
第十九章
再次暈車。當時我們駛過一塊帶着彈孔的標牌，上面寫着“開伯爾隘口歡迎你”，我的嘴裏開始冒水，胃裏有些東西翻滾絞動。司機法裏德冷冷看了我一眼，眼裏毫無同情。“我們可以把車窗搖下來嗎？”我問。他一隻手抓着方向盤，另外一隻手僅有的兩根手指夾着點燃的香菸。[手機txt小說下載網·電子書下載樂園—wＷＳuu.cＯm］他黑色的眼睛仍望着前方，彎下腰，拿起放在腳邊的螺絲刀，遞給我。我把它插進車門的一個小洞裏面，那裏原先有個搖柄，把我這邊的車窗搖下來。
法裏德又鄙夷地看着我，眼中的嫌惡不加掩飾，然後收回目光，繼續抽菸。自從我們離開雅姆魯德堡壘以來，他跟我說的，只有寥寥數語。
“吃個檸檬試試。”
“什麼？”
“檸檬。對暈車很有效。
”法裏德說，“每次開這條路我都會帶一個。”
“不用，謝謝你。
”我說。光是想到要我吃下酸的東西，就夠我反胃的了。法裏德冷冷一笑，“它不像美國藥丸那樣靈妙，我知道，不過是我媽媽告訴我的古老藥方罷了。”
我後悔白白放過這個和他套近乎的機會，“要是那樣的話，也許你可以給我一些。”
