For six weeks I sat in lukewarm starch baths, feeling miserable and humiliated and stupid, listening through the open door as my mother and brother laughed and listened to Peter Tripp's countdown on the radio and played Crazy Eights.

整整六个星期，我躺在浴缸里，在温不拉叽的淀粉药汤里泡着，透过浴室开着的门，听到我妈和哥哥一边笑一边听彼得·特雷普在收音机上主持流行音乐排行榜，还玩扑克牌。