"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
"Melawan TBC, orang-orang." Malam Natal, tua.
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
junkie menjual segel Natal di North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks."
The "Imam," mereka memanggilnya. "Melawan TBC, orang-orang."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
Orang bergegas berlalu, bayangan abu-abu pada dinding yang jauh.
It was getting late and no money to score.
Sudah larut dan tidak ada uang untuk mencetak gol.
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife.
Dia berubah menjadi sisi jalan dan danau angin memukulnya seperti pisau.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Taksi berhenti tepat di depan di bawah lampu jalan.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
Boy keluar dengan sebuah koper. anak Tipis di pakaian sekolah persiapan,
familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway.
wajah akrab, Imam mengatakan dirinya melihat dari ambang pintu.
"Remindsme of something a long time ago." The boy, there, with his overcoat
"Mengingatkan aku dari sesuatu yang lama." Anak laki-laki, ada, dengan mantel
unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.
membuka kancing, merogoh saku celananya untuk tarif taksi.
The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside
taksi melaju pergi dan berbelok. Anak itu masuk ke dalam
a building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was there in the doorway.
sebuah bangunan. "Hmm, ya, mungkin" - koper itu ada di ambang pintu.
The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely,
Anak itu tidak tampak. Pergi untuk mendapatkan kunci, kemungkinan besar,
have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner.
harus bergerak cepat. Dia mengangkat koper dan mulai untuk sudut.
Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had,
Membuatnya. Melirik kasus ini. Itu tidak terlihat seperti kasus anak itu,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so
atau anak apapun akan memiliki. Imam tidak bisa meletakkan jarinya di atas apa yang begitu
old about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy.
tua tentang kasus ini. Tua dan kotor, miskin kualitas kulit, dan berat.
Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an
Lebih baik melihat apa yang ada di dalamnya. Dia berubah menjadi Lincoln Park, menemukan
empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs that belonged to
Tempat kosong dan membuka kasus ini. Dua kaki manusia terputus milik
a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
seorang pemuda dengan kulit gelap. Shiny rambut kaki hitam berkilauan di
dim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use
redup lampu jalan. Kaki telah dipaksa ke dalam kasus ini dan dia harus menggunakan
his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. "Legs, yet,"
lututnya di belakang kasus ini untuk mendorong mereka keluar. "Kaki, belum,"
he said, and walked quickly away with the case.
katanya, dan berjalan cepat pergi dengan kasus ini.
Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffed suspiciously.
Mungkin membawa beberapa dolar untuk mencetak gol. pembeli mengendus curiga.
"Kind of a funny smell about it." "It's just Mexican leather."
"Jenis bau lucu tentang hal itu." "Ini kulit hanya Meksiko."
"Well, some joker didn't cure it."
"Yah, beberapa joker tidak menyembuhkan."
The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.
pembeli memandang kasus dengan ketidakkasihan dingin.
"Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.
"Bahkan tidak benar yakin dia membunuh itu, apa pun itu.
Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this is Christmas
Tiga adalah yang terbaik yang bisa saya lakukan dan itu menyakitkan. Tapi karena ini adalah Natal
and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the
dan Anda Priest yang ... "ia menyelipkan tiga tagihan di bawah meja ke dalam
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy
tangan kotor imam. Imam memudar ke dalam bayangan jalan, kumuh
and furtive. Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel.
dan sembunyi-sembunyi. Tiga sen tidak membeli tas, tidak kurang dari nikel.
Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back unless
Katakanlah, ingat bahwa croaker Addie tua mengatakan padaku untuk tidak datang kembali kecuali
I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya,
Aku membayarnya tiga sen aku berutang padanya. Ya, tidak bahwa buah untukmu
blow your stack about three lousy cents.
meniup tumpukan Anda sekitar tiga sen buruk.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.
Dokter itu tidak senang melihatnya.
"Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!"
"Sekarang, apa yang Anda INGIN? Aku MEMBERITAHU Anda!"
The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the
Imam meletakkan tiga tagihan di atas meja. Dokter menempatkan
money in his pocket and started to scream.
uang di sakunya dan mulai menjerit.
"I've had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!
"Aku sudah PENELUSURAN! ORANG telah sekitar!
I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
Aku mungkin kehilangan LISENSI-ku! "Imam tersebut hanya duduk di sana, mata, tua dan berat dengan
years of junk, on the doctor's face.
tahun sampah, di wajah dokter.
"I can't write you a prescription." The doctor jerked open a drawer
"Saya tidak bisa menuliskan resep." Dokter tersentak terbuka laci
and slid an ampule across the table. "That's all I have in the OFFICE!"
dan meluncur sebuah ampul seberang meja. "Itu saja yang saya miliki dalam OFFICE!"
The doctor stood up. "Take it and GET OUT!" he screamed, hysterical.
Dokter berdiri. "Ambil dan GET OUT!" ia berteriak, histeris.
The Priest's expression did not change.
Ekspresi Imam itu tidak berubah.
The doctor added in quieter tones, "After all, I'm a professional man,
Dokter menambahkan dengan nada tenang, "Setelah semua, aku seorang profesional,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
dan aku tidak harus terganggu oleh orang-orang seperti Anda. "
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
"Apakah itu semua yang kau miliki untukku? Seperempat buruk G? Tidak bisa kau meminjamkan
me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you."
aku nikel ...? "" Keluar, keluar, aku akan menelepon polisi saya katakan. "
"All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold and far to walk,
"Baiklah, dokter, aku akan pergi." Tentu saja itu dingin dan jauh untuk berjalan,
rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor.
rumah kos, jalan buruk, kamar di lantai paling atas.
"These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the
"Tangga ini," terbatuk Imam ada, menarik diri sepanjang
bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,
bannister. Dia pergi ke kamar mandi, panel dinding kuning,
toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.
toilet menetes, dan mendapat karya-karyanya dari bawah wastafel.
Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper.
Terbungkus kertas coklat, kembali ke kamarnya, mendapatkan setiap penurunan pipet.
He rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door,
Dia menggulung lengan bajunya. Kemudian dia mendengar erangan dari sebelah,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
Ruangan delapan belas. Anak Meksiko tinggal di sana, Imam yang telah berlalu dia di
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he
tangga dan melihat anak itu ketagihan, tapi dia tidak pernah berbicara, karena ia
didn't want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.
tidak ingin ada koneksi remaja, berita buruk dalam bahasa apapun.
The Priest had had enough bad news in his life.
Imam sudah cukup berita buruk dalam hidupnya.
He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan
Dia mendengar erangan lagi, erangan ia bisa merasakan, tidak ada salah lagi mengerang
and what it meant. "Maybe he had an accident or something.
dan apa artinya. "Mungkin dia mengalami kecelakaan atau sesuatu.
In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming
Dalam hal apapun, saya tidak bisa menikmati obat imam saya dengan suara yang datang
through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his
melalui dinding. "Dinding tipis Anda mengerti. Imam meletakkan nya
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen.
pipet, ruang dingin, dan mengetuk pintu kamar delapan belas.
"Quien es?" "It's the Preist, kid, I live next door."
"Quien es?" "Ini yang Preist, anak, saya tinggal di sebelah."
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.
Dia bisa mendengar seseorang berjalan terpincang-pincang di lantai.
A bolt slid. The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with
Sebuah baut meluncur. Anak itu berdiri di sana di celana pendek celana dalamnya, mata hitam dengan
pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed.
rasa sakit. Dia mulai jatuh. Imam membantunya ke tempat tidur.
"What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without
"Apa yang salah, Nak?" "Ini kaki saya, senor, kram, dan sekarang saya tanpa
medicine." The Priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there
obat-obatan. "Imam bisa melihat kram, seperti knot kayu ada
in the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs.
di kaki muda, gelap hitam mengkilap rambut kaki.
"A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,
"Beberapa tahun lalu saya rusak diri dalam balap sepeda,
it was then that the cramps started." And now he has the leg cramps back
itu kemudian bahwa kram mulai. "Dan sekarang dia memiliki kram kaki belakang
with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy
dengan bunga majemuk sampah. Imam tua berdiri di sana, merasa anak itu
groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper.
mengerang. Dia memiringkan kepala seperti sedang berdoa, kembali dan mendapat penetes nya.
"It's just a quarter G, kid." "I do not require much, senor."
"Ini hanya seperempat G, Nak." "Saya tidak memerlukan banyak, senor."
The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen.
Anak itu sedang tidur ketika Imam meninggalkan ruangan delapan belas.
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.
Dia kembali ke kamarnya dan duduk di tempat tidur.
Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junk yesterdays.
Kemudian memukulnya seperti salju diam berat. Semua kemarin sampah abu-abu.
He sat there received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself a priest,
Dia duduk di sana menerima memperbaiki rapi. Dan karena ia sendiri seorang imam,
there was no need to call one
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