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Week Three
第3周
晚练
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Edward Torsche awoke this morning the same as he did each time the sun shone through his window,achy
and tired.He never fussed with appearances.That was for younger men.Still,he always had a clean pair of
socks ready along with his apple cap.He dressed as he always did.Socks,for it was his father who had told him
a man dresses his foot first,slacks,underthings,and his cap.
Monday morning.A few intersections later he stopped in front of a small shop's front door.The store
wasn't big.But it was his.He'd been an apprentice to his old man,though it had been an unfitting title.He'd
been working with Robert Torsche since he was old enough to use a cutting knife.His apprenticeship hadn't
lasted long.By the spring of 1967 Edward's father had been struck down by his own heart.The next day,it was
his.
Edward turned the sign on the window to saw"Open"and flicked up the light switch.The lights above began
to blink themselves awake,and he trodded his way to the back workshop.He walked cautiously forwards,
shuffling his feet along the tiled flooring and approached one of the many racks staged back here,each rack
several layers and holding ten long,curing bricks.He pulled one from the rack with the date he was looking
for and placed it on his workbench.He put his leather apron on and took out his cutter.His hands,shaky as
they've become,worked surgically to measure and cut each slice to size.The scars that covered his hands
were from years of mistakes,permanent lessons on what not to do.
He'll always remember his first burn.He had turned eight years old the day before.His father had promised
him that once he was old enough,he could do the mix.That day he got his most important lesson in mixing lye
()always adding it to the water,not the other way around.The chemical splattered all over his arm and
seared his flesh.His father criticized him.That day left him with scars that still lived with him today.
What can we infer from the first paragraph?
A.Edward