Metairie thought about it for a while.

梅泰里想了一会儿。

I ordered a whiskey and soda, then realized there was a big suitcase by Metairie's feet.

我点了一杯威士忌和苏打水，然后意识到梅泰里的脚边有一个大手提箱。

When I got to Doug, Metairie was sitting at the far end of the counter with a drink.

当我到达道格时，梅泰里正坐在柜台的另一端，手里拿着一杯饮料。

And then he said, Please, and Metairie.

然后他说，拜托，还有梅泰里。

Then I remembered the strange fragments that Metairie's father had mumbled to me.

然后我想起了梅泰里的父亲对我咕哝过的奇怪片段。

I sipped my whiskey and soda, then struck a match to light the marlboro that Metairie

我喝了一口威士忌和苏打水，然后划一根火柴点燃了梅泰里的万宝路酒。

He was awful, Metairie said, shaking her head.

“他太糟糕了，”梅泰里摇摇头说道。

But I'm not the only one to blame, Metairie continued.

但我并不是唯一应该受到指责的人，梅泰里继续说道。

Metairie's father was in the semi-private room in the bed nearest the door.

梅泰里的父亲在半私人房间里最靠近门的床上。

That was a lie, said Metairie, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“那是谎言，”梅泰里用一种实事求是的语气说道。