在一个星期六的下午,母亲坚持让我穿戴齐整去见她的男友。原来他曾向她求过婚,且已见过我的弟弟。“您好,科汉先生。”我心慌意乱地问候说。“你好,苏珊。”一个卷头发的中年男子轻声答道。在他和我握手时,他甚至有些害羞。在他和我母亲婚后的很长一段日子里,我不知该如何称呼他才好。他可以叫我“苏珊”,不必唤我“女儿”;但我直接喊 On a Saturday afternoon, my mother insisted that I dress up neatly to see her boyfriend. He had originally asked her for marriage, and had seen my brother. “Hello, Mr. Cohen,” I said greetily. “Hello, Susan,” a curly middle-aged man whispered. He was even shy as he shook hands with me. For a long time after he and my mother married, I did not know how to call him. He can call me “Susan,” without calling me “Daughter.” But I shout directly