Perfect Cup

Without any conscious plan, they had walked slowly into the pasture a few hundred yard,made a loop ,and were headed back toward the house . Darkness came about them as they crossed the fence, with him pushing down the wire for her this time.

She remembered the brandy."I have some brany, Or would you like some coffee?"

"Is the possibility of both open?"His words came out of the darkness. She knew he was smiling.

As they came into the circle Inscribed on grass and gravel by the yard light, she answered ,"of course."hearing the sound of something in her voice that  worried her.It was the sound of easy laughter in the cafes of Naples.

It was difficult finding two cups without some kind of chip on them.Though she was sure that chipped cups were part of her life, she wanted perfect ones this time.The brandy glasses, two of them back in the cupboard, turned upside down,have never been used,like the brandy.She had to stretched on her tiptoes to reach them and was aware of her wet sandals and the  jeans stretched tight across her bottom.

没有任何有意识的计划，他们慢慢地走进牧场一百多 码，转了一个圈，转头朝家走去。当他们穿过篱笆时，夜幕降临了，这次是他替她拉下了铁丝网。

她想起了白兰地。“我有白兰地，或者你想喝咖啡？”

“有没有两种都打开喝的可能性？”他的话从黑暗中传了出来。她知道他在笑。

当他们进入庭院灯光打在草地和砾石上的圆圈时，她回答道，“当然有。”从她的声音里听到了让她担心的东西。那是那不勒斯咖啡馆里轻松的笑声。

很难找到两个没有缺口的杯子。虽然她确信有缺口的杯子是她生活的一部分，但这次她想要完美的。白兰地杯，其中两个倒扣着放在柜子里，从来没有用过，就像白兰地一样。她不得不踮起脚尖才够得着，她意识到她的凉鞋是湿的，牛仔裤紧紧地绷在她的屁股上。