不需要的魔法信

Once again， I had run away and really do not know why. I would walk out the gate to go to school and then keep walking， and walking， and walking. I had just turned eleven years old the week before. It was almost dark; I was tired， scared， cold， and all alone. I had not eaten all day and was afraid to turn myself over to the police. I knew I would receive another beating once I returned to the Children’s Home Society in 1)Jacksonville， Florida. There was nothing for me to do， except keep on walking.

As darkness fell， I made my way over to the city park located on Park Street. I entered the darkened area and sat down on one of the wooden benches hoping to avoid the police cars. It was cold and I began to shiver uncontrollably. All was quiet except for the passing cars in the distance.

“Well， hello young man.” A voice came from behind me.

I jumped， almost falling off the park bench. My heart was beating ninety miles per hour， and I could feel it thumping in the side of my neck. I 2)gasped and I could hardly catch my breath. I looked up and saw a woman standing behind me in the shadows.

“You look cold，” she said.

“I’m cold. I’m real， real cold.” I continued to shiver.

“Here wrap this around you.”

I watched as she took off her shawl and wrapped it around my shoulders.

“But ain’t you gonna be cold now?”

“I’ll be ok.”

“Is there anything else you need?” she questioned.

“I sure could use some food.”

“Follow me，” she said.

I walked with her about twenty feet， then she stopped under one of the park streetlights.

She held out her hand and said， “Here， you take this letter and give it to the store owner.”

I looked at her outstretched arm but saw nothing in her hand. “There’s nothing in your hand，” I told her.

“Roger， reach out and take the letter from my hand，” she replied.

Slowly I reached out， acting as though I was taking something from her hand.

“Now close your thumb and finger and hold the paper tightly，” she instructed. I closed my thumb and finger as though I were grasping the letter.

“Take it to any store owner.”

“What do I say to them?”

“Nothing，” she replied.

“But what store do I go to?”

“It doesn’t matter，” she said， as she smiled.

I turned and began walking toward Five Points. Several blocks down the road， I came to a store with a woman sitting behind a counter. I opened the door， walked in， and stopped directly in front of her.

“Can I help you?” asked the woman.

I was hesitant to talk and had no idea what I should say. Very slowly I held out my hand toward her. I watched her face to see if she might think I was crazy or something.

“Is that for me?” she asked.

“Yes Ma’am.” I looked down at the floor.

She reached out and as her hand touched mine， I opened my tightly closed fingers and stood there waiting. She pulled back， smiled， and looked down at her hands.

She immediately turned and walked to the back of the store. I began to 3)inch toward the front door for fear she might be calling the police. Just as I made it to the front door， I stopped as I heard someone call my name. I turned around and saw the woman holding a paper plate.

“Roger， here is something for you to eat.”

“How did you know my name?” I asked her.

“It was on the paper.”

“But there wasn’t any paper. I didn’t see any paper，” I told her.

She smiled and motioned for me to eat by twirling her finger in front of her mouth. Within two or three minutes， I had 4)downed the entire plate of food and several Coca Colas.

“Are you full?” she asked.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Then it’s time for you to go.”

I turned to leave when I felt her hand on my shoulder.

“Here， your paper. You almost forgot your letter，” she said， holding out her hand.

Again seeing nothing， I held out my hand and closed my thumb and finger as though I were taking something from her. Tightly grasping nothing more than air， I walked out into the street and headed back to the park. When I arrived， the old woman was sitting on the park bench. “Did you eat?” she asked.

“Yes Ma’am， and I had two Coca Colas too.”

“Good.”

“How do you do that magic?” I asked her.

“It isn’t magic.”

“But how does everyone know my name?”

“It is written in the letter.”

“Can I have the letter so I can be magic too?” I asked.

She reached out， took my hand， and opened my tightly closed fingers. Whatever was being held between my fingers， she took and placed into her 5)apron pocket. “Would you help someone if they were hungry?” she asked me.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Would you help someone if they were hurt， cold or scared?”

“Yes Ma’am. I would be their friend.”

“Roger， you are a very lucky little boy. You will never need the magic letter，” she responded.

She stood up， kissed me on the forehead， removed the shawl from my shoulders， and began walking down the sidewalk. I watched as she disappeared into the darkness.

我又一次逃跑了，真的不知道為什么會這樣。我走出門去上學，然后就一直不停地走。上個星期，我剛滿11歲。天就要黑了，我又累又怕，感覺很冷，一個人孤零零的，一整天沒吃過東西，很怕被抓進警察局。我知道一旦回到佛羅里達州杰克遜維爾兒童福利院，我肯定又要挨一頓打。除了不停地走，我沒什么可做的。

天黑了，我走向位于公園街的城市公園。我走進一片漆黑的區域，為了躲開警車，我在其中一張長凳上坐了下來。天氣很冷，我的身體不禁開始顫抖起來。四處靜悄悄，只有遠處路過的車輛發出的聲響。

“喔，年輕人你好啊。”我身后傳出一個聲音。

我被嚇得跳了起來，差點從公園長凳上摔下來。心跳狂奔至每小時90英里（約144.8千米），沿脖子一側砰砰響跳。我喘息不止，幾乎透不過氣來。抬頭往上看，只見一位太太站在我身后的暗處。

“你看上去很冷。”她說。

“我很冷，真的真的感覺很冷。”我繼續顫抖著。

“拿這個裹一下身體。”

我看見她解開披肩，把它裹在我的肩上。

“那你不就會冷了嗎？”

“我沒事的。”

“你還需要別的什么嗎？”她問道。

“我很想要點吃的。”

“跟我來。”她說。

我跟著她走了大概20英尺（約6.1米），然后她在其中一盞公園街燈下停了下來。

她伸出手說道：“你拿著這封信，把它給店家。”

我看著她伸出的手，但是沒看見有什么東西在她手上。“你手上沒東西。”我告訴她。

“羅杰，伸出手接過我手上的信。”她答道。

我慢慢伸出手，裝著好像正從她手上拿過什么東西似的。

“現在，把拇指和其他手指合起來，握緊那封信。……