Book1:TeDream-Maker (第59/166页)

．RaisingeyepressurebyincreasingFMLshouldsolvetheproblem.”

    "Thankyelbart，I’lldoasyousay.”

    "Don’tcallmeDr．Gelbartanymore．JustcallmeElina．I’mdivorced.”Herexpressionwassadandsheseemedtobepletelydifferentfromthelively,happyandeffitcareerwomanDimitriusedtoknow．

    "I’msorrytohearthat．Ididn’tknow,”saidDimitriashetookhisleave．

    "Wouldyouliketostayforawhilelongersowetalk?"Dimitriwasagreeablysurprisedatthisinvitationandacceptedwithacrity."Makeyourselfathome,Dimitri．There’ssomewiheet．Helpyourself．I’llberightback”shesaidaforthebathroom．

    Elina’ssoft，tenderhandsseemedtohavemiraculoushealingpower,asDimitri’seyesnolongerhurtaftertheyhadbeentouchedbyher．Helookedaroundtheliving-room,leisurelyadmirieandskilloftheinteriordecorator.Eacharticletakenseparatelyinandordinary,butoncebroughttogetherproducedafasatingbinationthatgavetheroomauniqueair．Hiseyesfellonacrystalfruitbowlonthediningtable．Apineapplereedontheedgeofthebowloabunchoflusciouspurplegrapes,whiturnwasfles,onered,onegreen．Ierwereheapedabrilliantmixtureofcherriesandstrawberries．Somebananasyoherside,oneofwhichhadbeenstrippedandabitetakenoutofit,eeldanglinglimplyfromthesideofthecrystalbowl．Heheardthesoundofaflushingtoilet，followedbyrunningwaterihtub．SomehtheyearshehadknownElina,hehadassumedhertobesingleandwonderedwhatthematterwiththeeligiblebachelorsaroundtownwastoletabeautiful，attractivedoainsingleforsoloheyblind?SoitwasinceivabletoDimitrithatshewasmarried,letalonedivorced．

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    "Whatwasherhusbandlike?"hewondered．Suddenly,histhoughtsturheslender．refined-lookingmawheeppedoutoftheelevator．ElinawasjustseeinghimoffandintroducedhimasIketoDimitri．Ike’sshoulder-lengthblondhairwasfashionablydyered；hislongeyebrowsobviouslypluckedandlined.Heworenolipstick，buttwoenormousdiamonds，abouttwocaratseach，dangledonhisears．Hehadonatight-fittingsuit,awhiteshirtencolrandcarriedanoblongalligatordy’shandbaginhishand．HesmiledandsaidhellotoDimitriinhispleasantlowresonantvoice,whichbespokeofhismellow,friendlydisposition．Watghimwalkintotheelevator，Dimitrithoughtthatfrombehind,helookedlikeacharmingdy．

    ingoutofthebathroom,Elinawalkedovertoherwineet,putadeterofwhitewiwowinegssesonatrayandcarriedthemovertothecoffeetable,wherethereileofhand-writtenmusipositions．Onthecewerethewords："versingwithaNudeAngel-dedicatedtothebeautifulwomanwhowasmywife."Elinapouredouttwogssesofwine,handedooDimitriandsaid,"Cheers!"Theysippedtheirwineinsilence．

    "Ialwaysthoughtyouweresingle,Elina．Wouldyouliketotellmeaboutit?"

    "That’swhatIwaalktoyouabout.”

    "Isthatso?Whatkindofmanwashe?"

    "Heisthatfeminine-lookingmanyoumetattheelevator，sodifferentfromwhathewaswhenIfirstmethimincollege．He’sawonderfulpianist,excellentforhisinterpretationofChopinandatalentedposerinhisht．Thisissomethieespeciallyforme”saidElina,pointingtothemusithecoffeetable．Dimitritookupthemusicsheetswithiandsawthattheywerebeautifullywritteniartistid．

    "I’msureit’sabeautifundsuperbpieusic.”

    "WhenIwasincollege,Iwasverypopurandhadalotofboyfriends．