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goodbyemrhollywood书虫别了好莱坞先生
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Mysterygirl
ItallbeganonabeautifulspringmorninginavillagecalledWhistler,inCanada--aprettylittlevillageinthemountainsofBritishColumbia.
Therewasacaf?
inthevillage,withtablesoutside,andatoneofthesetablessatayoungman.Hefinishedhisbreakfast,drankhiscoffee,lookedupintothebluesky,andfeltthewarmsunonhisface.NickLortzwasahappyman.
Thewaitercameuptohistable.'Morecoffee?
'heasked.
'Yeah.Great,'saidNick.Hegavethewaiterhiscoffeecup.
Thewaiterlookedatthecameraonthetable.'Onvacation?
'hesaid.'Whereareyoufrom?
'
'SanFrancisco,'Nicksaid.Helaughed.'ButI'mnotonvacation--I'mworking.I'matravelwriter,andI'mdoingabookonmountainsinNorthAmerica.I'vegotsomegreatpicturesofyourmountain.'
ThetwomenlookedupatWhistlerMountainbehindthevillage.Itlookedverybeautifulinthemorningsun.
'Doyoutravelalot,then?
'askedthewaiter.
'Allthetime,'Nicksaid.'Iwritebooks,andIwritefortravelmagazines.Iwriteabouteverything-differentcountries,towns,villages,rivers,mountains,people...'
ThewaiterlookedoverNick'shead.'There'sagirlacrossthestreet,'hesaid.'Doyouknowher?
'
Nickturnedhisheadandlooked.'No,Idon't.'
'Well,sheknowsyou,Ithink,'thewaitersaid.'She'swatchingyouverycarefully.'HegaveNickasmile.'Haveaniceday!
'Hewentaway,backintothecaf?
Nicklookedatthegirlacrossthestreet.Shewasabouttwenty-five,andshewasverypretty.'Sheiswatchingme,'Nickthought.Thenthegirlturnedandlookedinoneoftheshopwindows.Afterasecondortwo,shelookedbackatNickagain.
Nickwatchedher.'Shelooksworried,'hethought.'What'sshedoing?
Isshewaitingforsomebody?
'
Suddenly,thegirlsmiled.Thenshewalkedacrossthestreet,cameuptoNick'stable,andsatdown.Sheputherbagdownonthetable.Thebagwashalf-open.
'Hi,I'mJan,'shesaid.'Doyourememberme?
WemetatapartyinToronto.'
'Hi,Jan,'saidNick.Hesmiled.I'mNick.Butwedidn'tmeetatapartyinToronto.Idon'tgotopartiesveryoften,andneverinToronto.'
'Oh,'thegirlsaid.Butshedidn'tgetupormoveaway.
'Havesomecoffee,'saidNick.ThestoryaboutthepartyinTorontowasn'ttrue,butitwasabeautifulmorning,andshewasaprettygirl.'MaybeitwasapartyinMontr閍l.OrNewYork.'
Thegirllaughed.'OK.Maybeitwas.Andyes,I'dlovesomecoffee.'
Whenshehadhercoffee,Nickasked,'WhatareyoudoinginWhistler?
Ordoyoulivehere?
'
'Ohno,'shesaid.'I'mjust,er,justtravellingthrough.Andwhatareyoudoinghere?
'
"I'matravelwriter,'Nicksaid,'andI'mwritingabookaboutfamousmountains.'
'That'sinteresting,'shesaid.Butherfacewasworried,notinterested,andshelookedacrosstheroadagain.
Amanwithveryshort,whitehairwalkedacrosstheroad.Hewasaboutsixtyyearsold,andhewastallandthin.Thegirlwatchedhim.
'Areyouwaitingforsomeone?
'askedNick.
'No,'shesaidquickly.Thensheasked,'Whereareyougoingnext,Nick?
'
'ToVancouver,forthreeorfourdays,'hesaid.
'Whenareyougoing?
'sheasked.
'Laterthismorning,'hesaid.Therewasaletterinthetopofthegirl'shalf-openbag.Nickcouldseesomeofthewriting,andhereaditbecausehesawtheword'Vancouver'-...andwecanmeetattheEmpressHotel,Victoria,VancouverIsland,onFridayafternoon...
'Soshe'sgoingtoVancouvertoo,'hethought.
Suddenlythegirlsaid,'Doyoulikemovies?
'
'Movies?
Yes,Ilovemovies,'hesaid.'Why?
'
'Iknowaman,andhe--helovesmovies,andgoingtothecinema,'shesaidslowly.'Peoplecallhim"MrHollywood".'ShesmiledatNick.'CanIcallyou"MrHollywood"too?
'
Nicklaughed.'OK',hesaid.'AndwhatcanIcallyou?
'
Shesmiledagain.'CallmeMysteryGirl,'shesaid.
' 'That'sagoodnameforyou,'saidNick.
Justthen,themanwithwhitehaircameintothecaf?
HedidnotlookatNickorthegirl,buthesatatatablenearthem.Heaskedthewaiterforsomebreakfast,thenhebegantoreadamagazine.
Thegirllookedattheman,thenquicklylookedawayagain.
'Doyouknowhim?
'Nickaskedher.
'No,'shesaid.Shefinishedhercoffeequicklyandgotup.'Imustgonow,'shesaid.
Nickstoodup,too.'Niceto-'hebegan.
Butthegirlsuddenlytookhisfacebetweenherhands,andkissedhimonthemouth.'Drivecarefully,MrHollywood.Goodbye'shesaid,withabig,beautifulsmile.Thensheturnedandwalkedquicklyaway.
Nicksatdownagainandwatchedher.Shewalkeddowntheroadandintoabighotel.
'Nowwhat,'thoughtNick,'wasthatallabout?
'
ThemanwithwhitehairwatchedNickandwaited.Afterfouroffiveminutes,Nickfinishedhiscoffee,tookhisbooksandhiscamera,andleftthecaf?
Hiscarwasjustoutsidethegirl'shotel,andhewalkedslowlyalongthestreettoit.
Themanwithwhitehairwaitedasecond,thenquicklyfollowedNick.
Fromawindowhighupinthehotel,thegirllookeddownintotheroad.ShesawNick,andthemanwithwhitehairaboutfiftyyardsbehindhim.Nickgotintohiscar,andthemanwithwhitehairwalkedquicklytoaredcaracrossthestreet.FivesecondslaterNickdroveawayinhisbluecar,andtheredcarbegantofollowhim.
Whenthegirlsawthis,shesmiled,thenwenttoputsomethingsinhertravelbag.
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Ahandintheback
Thatevening,inhishotelroominVancouver,NickcouldnotstopthinkingaboutthegirlintheWhistlercaf?
Whydidshecomeandsitwithhim?
Shedidn'tknowhim,andthatstoryaboutapartyinTorontowasn'ttrue.Andshewasworriedaboutsomething.Butwhat?
Andthatkiss!
Itwasnice,ofcourse,butwhydidshedoit?
'Maybeshelikedmyface,'Nickthought.'Ormybrowneyes.ButI'mnotgoingtoseeheragain,soitdoesn'tmatter.Forgetit.'
Heputsomemoneyinhispocketandwentdownstairstothehotelrestaurant.Buttherewerenofreetables,sohewalkeddowntoGastownandfoundarestaurantthere.
Afterdinner,hewentforawalk.Vancouverwasafriendlycity,andNicklikedwalkingthroughGastownandChinatown,lookingintheshopsandwatchingthepeople.Itwasnearlydarknow,anditwasabusytimeoftheevening.Therewerealotofcars,andalotofpeople.
Afteratime,Nickbegantowalkbacktohishotel.Hecametoabusystreet,andwaited,withasmallcrowdofpeople,togoacross.AtallwomaninabluedressstoodnexttohimSheturnedandsmiledathim.
'It'sthefirstwarmeveningofspring,'shesaid.'It'snicetobeout,afterthelongcoldwinter.'
'Yeah,'saidNick.'It'sgreat.It's-'
Suddenly,therewasahandinhisback-andthehandpushedNickintotheroad.Nickfellonhisface,infrontofabiggreencar.
Peoplescreamed.
Butthegreencarstopped,onlyinchesfromNick'shead.ThewomaninthebluedressranintotheroadandpulledNicktohisfeet.
'AreyouOK?
Whathappened?
'shesaid.
ThedriverofthegreencarshoutedangrilyatNick,butNickdidnothearhim.
'Somebodypushedme,'hesaidtothewoman.'Ididn'tfall-somebodypushedme!
'
'Pushedyou?
'saidthewoman."Who?
'Ididn'tseeanybody.'
Nicklookedatthefacesofthepeoplenearhim,buthedidn'tknowthem.
Thenhesawaman'sback.Themanwastallandthin,andhadveryshortwhitehair.hewalkedquicklyawaydownthestreet,anddidnotlookback.
'Hey,you!
'Nickshouted.'Wait!
'
Butthemandidnotstop,andhewassoonlostinthecrowds.
'Didhepushyou?
'askedthewomaninthebluedress.
'I...Idon'tknow,'Nicksaid.
'Doyouknowhim?
'sheasked.
"Idon'tknowhisname,Nicksaid.'ButIknowthatshortwhitehair.NowwheredidIseeitbefore?
'
Thewomanbegantomoveaway.'Imustgethome,'shesaid.'AreyouOKnow?
'
'Yeah,I'mOK.'Nicksaid.'Andthanks.Thanksforyourhelp.'
'That'sOK.'Thewomansmiled.'Becarefulnow!
'
Backinhishotel,Nicksatonhisbedandthought.'Itwasanaccident.Nobodypushedme,itwasanaccident.Nobodywantstokillme.AndtherearehundredsofmeninVancouverwithwhitehair.'
Itwasoneo'clockinthemorning,butNickcouldn'tsleep.Helistenedtothecarsintheroad,andhelookedatthenightskythroughhishotelroomwindow.
Thenhesatatthetableandtriedtowritesomemoreofhisbookaboutmountains,buthecouldn'tthinkabouthiswork.Hegotbackintobed.
Therewerefouroffivemagazinesinthehotelroom.Theywerenotveryinteresting,butNicksatinbedandopenedone...andsawaphotoof'MysteryGirl'!
Helookedatthepictureverycarefully.But,yes,itwasher!
Jan,thegirlfromtheWhistlercaf?
Shewasnexttoamanofaboutfiftyorfifty-five,andtheywereinthegardenofabig,expensivehouse.Theysmiledatthecamera,andtheylookedveryhappy.
Canadianmillionaire,HowardHutson,andhisdaughter,Meg,itsaidunderthepicture,attheirhomeinToronto.MegHutson!
NotJan.NotMysteryGirl.MegHutson,thedaughterofamillionaire!
Nickreaditagain.
Whydidshecomeandsitwithmeinthecaf?
atWhistler?
'hethought.'Millionaires'daughtersdon'tsitwithstrangersincaf閟,andthengivethemabigkisswhentheyleave!
Whydidshedoit?
Whatdidshewant?
'
---
Hethoughtbacktothecaf?
inWhistler,andthegirlnexttohimatthetable.Thenherememberedsomething.Herememberedamanatatableneartheminthecaf?
Atallthinman,aboutsixtyyearsold.Amanwithveryshortwhitehair.Nickdidn'tsleepmuchthatnight.
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Awalkinthepark