| 第 1 页：英语原文 |
| 第 2 页：中文翻译 |
When mum had told my Nan, and they'd had a good cry together, we got in the car and went up to the hospital. Surprisingly, I didn't feel sad or upset, just strangely numb. When we got there, I didn't want to see the body, so I sat in the relatives’ room. I tried to make sense of what had happened the previous night, rather than think about my granddad. But my thoughts kept returning to him, for some reason. Had it been him last night? Trying to tell me something?
Once back at my Nan’s, everyone was silent, no one wanted to do anything. Dad read a book quietly, Nan sat and sobbed to her, mum went to fetch some chips from the chippy, and I listened to my music.
Later, after dinner, I was in the kitchen, washing up. I had just put the last plate away, and was walking from the room when the fridge began to rattle. I know appliances sometimes rattle and make a little noise as they work, but this wasn't a gentle rattle, it sounded like all the stuff was getting thrown around inside it. I stood, paralyzed, as the phenomenon subsided, then slowly left the room, never turning my back on that fridge. We stayed a couple more days, nothing else weird happened, and I began to relax a little. We got home, and were glad to be there. My parents were still a bit upset about my grandfather, but they were doing ok. It was late, so we all went upstairs and went to bed, without anyone saying anything to the others.
