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几年前，迈克尔·弗拉纳根，一个成功的纽约的承包商，站在渡轮的甲板时，一辆汽车松开了，把他也送到了河里，他淹死了。 接下来的星期日，他的遗孀，穿着深黑色长袍，做完弥撒后，来到了教堂的台阶上，接受人们的哀悼。承包商的一个老朋友走了过来。 “我很抱歉，玛丽，真的替你的不幸感到悲伤，”老朋友说，”迈克尔为你安排过身后的事吗？” “哦，他安排过的！”她说。“他留给我几乎五十万美元。” “现在好了，一个男人不会读，也不会写，也许不是一件坏事。” “他还不会游泳。”寡妇说。 Some years ago, Michael J. Flanagan, a successful New York contractor, was standing on the deck of the Staten Island Ferry when a car got loose and sent him into the river where he drowned. The following Sunday his widow, all decked out in deepest black, was standing on the church steps after Mass, receiving condolences and enjoying every minute of it, when an old friend of the contractor came up. "I'm sorry, Mary, for your trouble," offered the friend. "Did Mike leave you well fixed?" "Oh, he did!" she said."He left me almost a half million dollars." "Well now, that's not bad for a man who couldn't read or write." "Nor swim either," added the widow. |
