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关于经典的英语故事推荐 Two days later, Cassandra was still feeling uncomfortable. The whooshing sound was constant, and she still felt dizzy and nauseous occasionally. Travis had already made an appointment with Dr. Schwartz for Wednesday. On Wednesday, Dr. Schwartz walked into the examining room in his shorts and sneakers; he was semi-retired. Travis told Dr. Schwartz what had happened. Dr. Schwartz listened, and then looked in Cassandra’s ears. Yep, he said, her left eardrum was punctured. Travis felt like killing himself. “How could this happen?” he asked. “I’ve had lots of girlfriends. They blew in my ears, and I blew in their ears. This never happened before.” Dr. Schwartz said that it was unusual, but that it did happen from time to time. What could be done, they both asked the doctor at almost the same time. He told them that they had two choices: surgery, or waiting. The surgery would cost about $2,000. Waiting would cost nothing. He suggested that, if Cassandra could bear the discomfort—she must keep that ear dry at all times—for about two months, the eardrum should heal itself. Surgery, he said, might be advisable after two months, but he wouldn’t recommend it now. He could prescribe her some medication to ease her discomfort. They agreed to wait. They thanked Dr. Schwartz, and Travis drove Cassandra to Rite-Aid to pick up the medication. He apologized to her again. She said that they must pray every night for her eardrum to heal. Janelle used the phone of the helpful woman to call Cliff. Cliff played golf with a medical doctor almost every Saturday. Perhaps Dr. Kildare could look at her injuries. Cliff, angry but glad his wife was alive, said he would be there shortly. She told him to bring their son and her spare set of car keys, because her keys were in the stolen purse. Cliff and Donovan arrived just before the police officer finished filling out his report. Cliff hugged his wife gently. He told Donovan to drive home in Janelle’s car. Cliff then asked the officer what the chances were of catching the attackers. The officer shook his head. “Not good,” he said. He told Cliff that robberies like this one happened daily throughout southern California. “Thugs are everywhere, prowling around like sharks in the ocean, looking for prey.” Cliff asked the officer what could be done. “I know this sounds ridiculous, but we police can no longer protect you law-abiding citizens. There’s simply too many criminals. Tell all your female relatives and friends one thing: Don’t go anywhere alone, day or night. A woman by herself, even in public, might as well be carrying a bright neon sign that says: ‘Victim here—Come and get me!’ I’m not supposed to be telling you this, because if the word gets out, tourism will suffer in southern California.” The officer asked Janelle to sign the police report. He wished her a speedy recovery, and promised to do his best to help put the culprits behind bars. He reminded both of them that the two thugs now had their credit cards, address, car keys, and house keys. He suggested that they make the appropriate phone calls, change the locks to their house, and get new keys programmed for her car. Cliff told the officer that a couple of his friends were at his house, with guns, watching for intruders. Cliff and Janelle thanked the officer and the helpful woman. Cliff drove Janelle straight toward Dr. Kildare’s house. “Maybe we should move,” he told Janelle. “To another city?” she asked. “To another state,” he said. The flies were less active late at night, but they often woke Hazel up when they walked on her face while she was sleeping. “Do something about these flies!” she yelled at Mel one day. “When you go to sleep tonight, have a new dream! Dream that God told you to close the front door and throw out all this rotting meat!” Mel drove back to Wal-Mart and bought two dozen cans of insect spray. When he came home, he sprayed the whole house. The house stank. Many flies died, covering the floor and carpet. The kids got sick from the fumes. But the next day, more flies moved in. “I can’t take this anymore!” Hazel yelled at Mel. “You have a choice—me, or the flies.” “We’ll move into the back yard,” he said. “That’s your solution? We have a perfectly good house, but we’re going to live outside in the back yard?” “Not outside—inside,” he told his wife. “I’ll just build another house in the back yard.” “Are we going to feed the flies in that house, too?” “Of course not—unless God tells me to. And if He does, then I’ll build a third house in the back yard. We’ve got a big back yard, honey.” “Yes, it’s big, but it’s not big enough for all the flies in the world.” 感谢您的阅读，祝您生活愉快。 本文来源：https://www.dywdw.cn/c62afdfcbb0d6c85ec3a87c24028915f814d8458.html
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2022-08-24
