G ently she massaged his temples. She would do this until he fell asleep. How many times had she done this, tenderly and sisterly, though he reeked of the peach brandy he was hooked on, to wash down the drugs. She would also do his hair, trim his nails, feed him soup, whenever he asked—even when, as now, her clothes were bloody from a beating, her face swollen and her eyes black. He always aimed his blows at her eyes.
g她按摩了他的寺庙。她会这样做，直到他入睡。尽管他对自己被钩住的桃白兰迪偷听，但她却温柔而姐妹地做了多少次，以洗去毒品。她还会梳头，修剪指甲，给他喂汤，每当他问，即使现在，她的衣服从跳动中流血，脸肿了，眼睛黑了。他总是瞄准她的眼睛。
