多年来,他的父亲拒绝与埃迪(Eddie)交谈,现在缺乏尝试的力量。他用沉重的眼睛看着儿子。埃迪(Eddie)努力发现甚至要说一句话,做了他唯一能想到的事情:他举起手,向父亲展示了他的油脂染色的指尖。(His father, who for years had refused to speak to Eddie, now lacked the strength to even try. He watched his son with heavy-lidded eyes. Eddie, after struggling to find even one sentence to say, did the only thing he could think of to do: He held up his hands and showed his father his grease-stained fingertips.)