一丈夫喜欢早晨到莉扎的卧室里来,每周一次,通常是星期天。他走进房间,从祖母绿色的丝绸睡袍口袋里掏出那部从不离身的红色电话,放到床边的小桌子上。莉扎的那张床非常大,是最新流行的圆形,周围围着护栏,像一个小跑马场,床上别出心裁地铺着又滑又亮的床单。他在莉扎的床前静静地站了一会儿,试图根据她的呼吸判断她是真睡还是假寐。莉扎也竭力让自己的呼吸看上去更均匀,像真的沉浸在睡梦中一样, A husband likes to come to Lisa’s bedroom in the morning, once a week, usually Sunday. He walked into the room, pulled out the never-to-be-turned-off red phone from his emerald green silk dressing-gown pocket, and placed it on a small table by the bed. Liza’s bed is very large, is the latest popular round shape, surrounded by fence, like a small racetrack, bed ingenuity and covered with smooth and shiny sheets. He stood quietly at Lisa’s bed for a moment, trying to determine from her breath whether she was sleeping or sleeping. Liza is also trying to make her breathing appear more uniform, like really immersed in his sleep,