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sk.carrie-第11章

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mma's shining examples of God at work upon the face of the earth。 He had been a sailor and a sinner (two terms that were synonymous in Momma's lexicon); a great blasphemer; a laugher in the face of the Almighty。 Then a great storm had e up at sea; the boat had threatened to capsize; and Mr P。 P。 Bliss had gotten down on his sinsickly knees with a vision of Hell yawning beneath the ocean floor to receive him; and he had prayed to God。 Mr P。 P。 Bliss promised God that if He saved him; he would dedicate the rest of his life to Him。 The storm; of course; had cleared immediately。
Brightly beams our Father's mercy
From his lighthouse evermore;
But to us he gives the keeping
Of the lights along the shore 。。。
All of Mr P。 P。 Bliss's hymns had a seagoing flavour to them。
The dress she was sewing was actually quite pretty; a dark wine colour…the closest Momma would allow her to red…and the sleeves were puffed。 She tried to keep her mind strictly on her sewing; but of course it wandered。
The overhead fight was strong and harsh and yellow; the small dusty plush sofa was of course deserted (Carrie had never had a boy in To Sit); and on the far wall was a twin shadow: the crucified Jesus; and beneath Him; Momma。
The school had called Momma at the laundry and she had e home at noon。 Carrie had watched her e up the walk; and her belly trembled。
Momma was a very big woman; and she always wore a hat。 Lately her legs had begun to swell; and her feet always seemed on the point of overflowing her shoes。 She wore a black cloth coat with a black fur collar。 Her eyes were blue and magnified behind rimless bifocals。 She always carried a large black satchel purse and in it was her change purse; her billfold (both black); a large King James Bible (also black) with her name stamped on the front in gold; and a stack of tracts secured with a rubber band。 The Tracts were usually orange; and smearily printed。
Carrie knew vaguely that Momma and Daddy Ralph had been Baptists once but had left the church when they became convinced that the Baptists were doing the work of the Antichrist。 Since that time; all worship had taken place at home。 Momma held worship on Sundays; Tuesdays; and Fridays。 These were called Holy Days。
Momma was the minister; Carrie the congregation。 Services lasted from two to three hours。
Momma had opened the door and walked stolidly in。 She and Carrie had stared at each other down the short length of the front hall for a moment; like gunfighters before a shootout。 It was one of those brief moments that seem
(fear could it really have been fear in momma's eyes)
much longer in retrospect。
Momma closed the door behind her。 'You're a woman;' she said softly。
Carrie felt her face twisting and crumpling and could not help it。 'Why didn't you tell me?' she cried。 'Oh Momma; I was so scared! And the girls all made fun and threw things and…'
Momma had been walking towards her; a now her hand flashed with sudden limber speed; a hard hand; laundry…calloused and muscled。 It struck her backhand across the jaw and Carrie fell down in the doorway between the hall and the living room; weeping loudly。
'And God made Eve from the rib Of Adam;' Momma said。 Her eyes were very large in the rimless glasses; they looked like poached eggs。 She thumped Carrie with the side of her foot and Carrie screamed。 'Get up; woman。 Let's get in and pray。 Let's pray to Jesus for our womanweak; wicked; sinning souls。'
'Momma'
The sobs were too strong to allow more。 The latent hysterics had e out grinning and gibbering。 She could not stand up。 She could only crawl into the living room with her hair hanging in her face; braying huge hoarse sobs。 Every now and again Momma would swing her foot。 So they progressed across the living room toward the place of the altar; which had once been a small bedroom。
'And Eve was weak and … say it; woman。 Say it…'
'No; Momma; please help me…'
The foot swung。 Carrie screamed。
'And Eve was weak and loosed the raven on the world;' Momma continued; 'and the raven was called Sin; and the first Sin was Intercourse。 And the Lord visited Eve with a Curse; and the Curse was the Curse of Blood。 And Adam and Eve were driven out of the Garden and into the World and Eve found that her belly had grown big with child。'
The foot swung and connected with Carrie's rump。 Her nose scraped the wood floor。 They were entering the place of the altar。 There was a cross on a table covered with an embroidered silk cloth。 On either side of the cross there were white candles。 Behind this were several paint…by…the…numbers of Jesus and His apostles。 And to the right was the worst place of all; the home of terror; the cave where all hope; all resistance to God's will … and Momma's … was extinguished。 The closet door leered open。 Inside; below a hideous blue bulb that was always lit; was Derrault's conception of Jonathan Edwards' famous sermon。 Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God。
'And there was a second Curse; and this was the Curse of Childbearing; and Eve brought forth Cain in sweat and blood。'
Now Momma dragged her; half…standing and half…crawling; down to the altar; where they both fell on their knees。 Momma gripped Carrie's wrist tightly。
'And following Cain; Eve gave birth to Abel; having not yet repented of the Sin of Intercourse。 And so the Lord visited Eve with a third Curse; and this was the Curse of Murder。 Cain rose up and slew Abel with a rock。 And still Eve did not repent; nor all the daughters of Eve; and upon Eve did the Crafty Serpent found a kingdom of whoredom and pestilences。'
'Momma!' she shrieked。 'Momma; please listen! It wasn't my fault!'
'Bow your head;' Momma said。 'Let's us pray。'
'You should have told me!'
Momma brought her hand down on the back of Carrie's neck; and behind it was all the heavy muscle developed by eleven years of slinging heavy laundry bags and trucking piles of wet sheets。 Carrie's eye…bulging face jerked forward and her forehead smacked the altar; leaving a mark and making the candles tremble。
'Let's us pray;' Momma said softly; implacably。
Weeping and snuffling; Carrie bowed her head。 A runner of snot hung pendulously from her nose and she wiped it away。
(if i had a nickel for every time she made me cry here)
with the back of her hand。
'Lord;' Momma declaimed hugely; her head thrown back; 'help this sinning woman beside me here see the sin of her days and ways。 Show her that if she had remained sinless the Curse of Blood never would have e on her。 She may have mitted the Sin of Lustful Thoughts。 She may have been listening to rock 'n roll music on the radio。 She may have been tempted by the Antichrist。 Show her that this is Your kind; vengeful hand at work and…'
'No! Let me go!'
She tried to struggle to her feet and Momma's hand; as strong and pitiless as an iron manacle; forced her back to her knees。
'…and Your sign that she must walk the straight and narrow from here on out if she is to avoid the flaming agonies of the Eternal Pit。 Amen。'
She turned her glittering; magnified eyes upon her daughter。 'Go to your closet now。'
'No!' She felt her breath go thick with terror。
'Go to your closet。 Pray in secret。 Ask forgiveness for your sins。'
'I didn't sin; Momma。 You sinned。 You didn't tell me
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