我最后一次看见父亲,是在中央车站。当时我正要离开在阿迪朗达克斯的姥姥家,到母亲在科德角租好的一栋房子去。我写信给父亲,告诉他,在转车的时候,我要在纽约待上一个半小时,不知我们是否能一起吃顿午饭。他的秘书写信告诉我,父亲中午将在车站问事处见我。十二点整,我看见他穿过人群向我走来。在我看来他 The last time I saw my father was at the Central Station. I was leaving my grandparents’ house at Adirondacks and went to a house my mother had rented at Cape Cod. I wrote to my father and told him that I was going to stay in New York for an hour and a half at the time of transfer. I wonder if we could have lunch together. His secretary wrote to me and told me that my father will meet me at the station counter at noon. At twelve o’clock I saw him walking through the crowd to me. It seems to me