Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 204 Ariel's past (7)

This is Ariel.

Ariel was quiet and poised.

"I'm so sorry I didn't come as promised on Wednesday," Ariel said.

"I……"

"You were here on Wednesday," said Dr. Wilbur, taking a deliberate, straightforward approach.

"But you were in a state of fugue at the time, and you can't remember it."

Using the "fugue state" as a framework, the doctor intends to tell Ariel:
When she was in a state of fugue and unknown, a girl named Peggy appeared.

But Ariel skillfully changed the topic, not allowing the doctor to seize the opportunity to expand further.

"I didn't upset you, so I'm relieved," Ariel said:

"I have something to tell you now, and I can't hold it back. Can I tell you right away?"

However, the "important" things here are just:
"This morning, you should listen to me talk about Klinger. This man has no talent for contemporary art. He has failed us time and time again."

Ariel had been dodging, talking about him, dawdling for an hour, so the doctor had no time to talk to her about Peggy.

The doctor had no chance at the previous clinic, which was Wednesday.

When she walked into the foyer that day to meet the patients, she found Peggy waiting there.

It's not hard to spot her.

Peggy, hatless and without gloves, is looking at two zoomed-in photos of the island scene.

Filmed in Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands.

Ariel had seen it when she first came here.

"Come in, Peggy," said the doctor.

Peggy was clearly delighted that the doctor recognized her.

She walked quickly and confidently into the inner room.

Peggy was neither nervous nor cooperative.

When talking about my own affairs, I often answer without asking.

"I'll talk to you a little bit about that day," she said.

"I was angry. I have a right to be angry." She looked at the doctor, and said in a confiding tone:

"You know what? Stan sent us a 'Dear John' letter, but it was 'Dear Ariel'.

Do you want to know what he said about us?

He said: 'I think we should break our friendship - even temporarily. '

These are his words.In a fit of rage, I tore up the letter and threw it in the dumpster at Lexington and 65th.I threw the letter away, thinking it was all, but only half of it.You see the other half.I'm being bullied anyway, aren't I? "

Peggy paused, stood up from the couch, took a few steps, and then commented mischievously:
"You want to know who doesn't feel like they're being bullied? I'm telling you: Ariel! She can't defend herself, I have to stand up for her.

She couldn't get angry because her mother wouldn't let it.

I know it's sinful to be angry, but people get angry anyway.

I can go mad with rage if I want to. "

Peggy went back to the couch and sat down next to the doctor.

she asked:
"Anything else you want to know about Ariel? She's scared, always scared. I'm sick of it. She's throwing in the towel, but I'm not."

"Peggy," the doctor asked, "do you look like Ariel?"

"Not at all," Peggy replied angrily.

She got up, and walked round the room in a stately manner.

"We're not alike at all. Look at my hair, the shape of my face."

Dr. Wilbur could see no difference.

Peggy does look younger than Ariel, and speaks and acts differently.

But the hair, face and body are identical.

At this moment, Peggy is in command of the whole body and mind.

But the doctor knew from previous experience that Peggy could turn into Ariel at any moment.

For the entire hour, though, it was Peggy.

The doctor wanted to test further, and Peggy got a little impatient,

"Good guy, you have so many questions!" The doctor wanted to find clues connecting Peggy and Ariel, Peggy replied mysteriously:

"Oh, don't bother me. There are some things I can't tell you. Just can't tell. Kind of like the guards around the palace. They can't smile. They're on duty."

Speaking of this, Peggy herself couldn't help but laugh.

She added: "If you tickled them with a feather, they'd probably laugh. But I don't. If I don't want to laugh or talk, there's nothing anyone can do."

When it was time to leave, Peggy stood up from the couch and said happily:
"You know, we've met before."

"Last week, here," replied the doctor.

"No," Peggy said.

"We met in Omaha. At the window. Same way we met here. I also talked to you, but you didn't know me. I said I was Peggy, but you thought it was Ariel's nickname."

After Peggy left, she lingered in the doctor's thoughts for a long time.

Peggy is angry that Stan gave Ariel a break-up letter.

Does this mean: Although Ariel doesn't know Peggy, they are still close allies.Does that mean: Peggy has the emotional impact that Ariel is going through?

Peggy once said that Ariel couldn't get angry, but she could.

Is Peggy Ariel's self-defense weapon?

Is Peggy's anger that breaks the window glass with her fist exactly what Ariel is trying to restrain?

Doctors knew they would have to investigate further to confirm this hypothesis.

Dr. Wilbur suddenly remembered that Peggy was wandering alone in the street at this time, and couldn't help feeling worried.

The supremely confident Peggy should be able to take care of herself.

But she said "Ariel's mother refused," as if the mother was still alive, which clearly showed that she did not infer the present from the past.Will she be able to navigate the streets of New York at such a young age?Dr. Wilbur wished her a safe return home.Home?Ariel's house.

When Peggy Baldwin (and sometimes Peggy Dorset) left the doctor's office, she didn't want to go back to her dorm.

"I want to walk somewhere," she murmured to herself as she stepped out the front door of the building onto Park Avenue.

"I can do whatever I want."

There are so many things that fascinate her.

Broad streets.The Christmas tree on the safety island is covered with shining residual snow.

A big shiny car.

The buttons on the uniform of the man at the car door glistened in the sunlight.

It's all very different from Willow Conas.

Willow Corners was her home.

What would it be like to live in these houses?

She hopes to become a celebrity someday.

On that day, she might be able to move into a house.

The janitor also has shiny buttons.

She wants to be important, to do many things, to go to many places.

She decided to go for a walk, to see, to see, to experience the experience.

There are so many things I want to know.

So she was always listening, trying to hear everything.She ran around here and there just to see what was new.

On Madison Avenue, she browsed the windows of stores that had sable shawls, lovely knits, pink evening gowns.

There are also some black bodice with red or white skirts with black swan lace.

She loves beautiful clothes, but dares not buy anything in such a luxurious shop.

She just browses.

The bar on West 44th Street was another place she dared not go.

But one day after Christmas she could see all the people in there doing things that no one she knew at Willow Corners did.

Two men come out of the bar.

One of them brushed past her and asked her:
"How about that?" How about which?She was puzzled and stared at him.He laughed.The laughter startled her.When people laughed, she thought they were laughing at her.She walked away quickly, but still heard the passing man say to another man:

"Quite assertive, huh?"

Quite assertive, yes, Peggy's rage almost exploded.What an opinion, damn it.

She continued to move forward, forgetting the episode just now without a trace.

As she walked, she found herself in a large store.

Going up a ramp, she entered the train station.

The sign read: "Penn Station."Oh boy, where can I hang out, she wondered.In the train station, she found a place to eat.She is gluttonous.

After lunch, she found herself standing at a bookstall reading a novel about doctors.

She wasn't too fascinated by such novels, but Ariel loved them.

How could the nice red-haired doctor confuse her with Ariel?
Can't it be seen that Peggy and Ariel are completely different things?
Peggy suddenly laughed out loud.People around turned to look at her.

People.She could cry just thinking about people.

When she thinks of people at this time, she is empty and alone.

There were too many grumpy people, and it made her angry.

She knew it was bad to be angry, but many things made her angry.And when she got angry, she was furious.

It was another long, long ramp, which made her feel small.

She went through the turnstiles and down a long corridor to the ticket office.

She approached the ticket window.

The woman in the window looked at her.

Peggy said to her calmly:

"I don't have to buy tickets from you!" It's not good to be angry, this time she wasn't angry.

"Excuse me, buy a ticket," she said, walking to another window.

"To Elizabethtown?" asked another conductor.

Peggy nodded affirmatively.why not?She saw many people waiting for the bus, and they lined up as soon as the signs were hung.

She wanted to go through the wicket first, but despite her swiftness, she was fifth.

She found herself again in a restaurant near a train station, ordering a cup of hot chocolate.When she asked the waiter if this was Elizabeth Station, he looked at her strangely and said:

"Yes."

It's strange that she doesn't know how she got here.

Her last memory is of going through the ticket gates at Penn Station.

Well, maybe Ariel or one of these people took the train, who cares, Peggy thought, anyway, I bought a ticket to Elizabeth, and I came to Elizabeth.

She walked on the street outside the restaurant worriedly.

It's not a very fun place, but she's got something to do.

The surrounding scenery is very strange, and there is an open-air parking lot in front.

She was a short distance into the parking lot when she recognized her father's sedan and felt a surge of ecstasy.

It was indeed her father's car!

This is a familiar thing that I finally saw in an unfamiliar place.

She went to the car and opened the door, but all four doors were locked.

She tried again, but despite all her strength, she couldn't open it.

She felt like she had been trapped, not locked in, but locked out.

Both could happen, she knew.

Fury surged through her body.

Its rapid and heavy beating twitched the whole body.

Almost not knowing what she was doing, she swung her handbag and slammed the metal frame at a small, slightly ajar window.

After a few clicks, the crisp sound of glass shattering was heard.

She loves the sound.

A man, dressed in tan, stood beside her.

"What are you doing? Locking yourself out?" he asked.

"It's my father's car," she replied.

Before the man in brown clothes could answer, a man in gray clothes had already caught up and roared:
"No, this is my car."

Peggy didn't like the man in gray at all.

He had no right to say such things to her.

"It's my father's car, no matter what you say," she insisted.

The man in tan asked her, "What's your father's name?"

"Willard Dorset," she replied proudly.

The man in gray pulled his wallet out of his pocket and showed a car registration card.

"Look, little sister, this number is exactly the same as that license plate." He sneered.

Her head was held high, and her eyes flashed with anger.

She set off to find her father, if she could find it, and told him about it, and he would sort it out.But the man who claimed to be the owner of the car yelled at her violently:
"Hey, come back, don't want to go anywhere."

Peggy didn't want to be alone with these men.

They are vile and ugly.

She is afraid of them.

She worried that they would stop her if she tried to leave.

But you have to run away anyway.

The driver grabbed her by the arm.

"Take your hands off," she warned him:
"I might hurt you."

Peggy wanted to tear it away, but the owner put another hand on her shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, little sister, don't worry."

She felt as if she had become a tramp, caught by strangers from whom she could expect nothing but suspicion and insult.

"You broke the glass, little sister," the owner insisted.

"It will cost me $20 to replace the glass. Will you pay for it?"

"Why should I pay? It's my father's car," Peggy replied.

"Who the hell are you?" asked the car owner.

"I want to see your ID card."

"No," Peggy said firmly,

"Don't say it's you, no one can ask me to take out my ID card."

The owner of the car was irritated by her.

He snatched her handbag.

"Give me back," she screamed, "give me back right away."

He took his ID card out of his handbag and returned it to her.

"Arielle E Dorset," he read aloud.

"Is that your name?"

"No," Peggy said.

"Then what are you doing with it?" he shouted angrily.

Peggy was silent.

Of course she wouldn't tell him about the girl.

"Give me 20 bucks," he ordered.

"Damn it. Give me the money, sign this piece of paper, and we'll let you go."

Peggy was furious.

When the car owner pointed at her for money, she bit his finger hard.

"Damn it," he spat,

"How about you, Ariel Dorset, give me the money and we'll let you go?"

"I'm not Ariel Dorset," Peggy replied calmly.

The man looked at the photo carefully.

"It's you, that's right," he said with conviction.

"Your name is under the picture. You are Ariel Dorset."

"I'm not."

"Then what's your name?"

"Peggy Lou Baldwin."

"Alias," said the man in brown clothes.

"She said her father's name was Wedra Dorset," said the man in gray.

"There's a problem here."

"Sure," agreed the man in the tan suit.

Peggy tried to get away, but she couldn't move.

Only then did she realize that not only could she not move her body, but she could not move her heart either.

In fact, it was because of a change in her heart that she remained motionless.

She had not directed the train ride to this dreadful town, nor was she at the helm, she knew.

She also knew: it was Ariel who had self-control.

She could feel Ariel reaching into both of their handbags while the owner kept yelling, "It's 20 bucks for the glass, and you have to pay, or I'll call the police."

Peggy could feel Ariel handing two ten-dollar bills to the hateful man.

He wrote something in a flip book.

"Okay," he said,
"Sign it."

Peggy could hear Ariel's firm answer: "No."

This time, Peggy is proud of Ariel.

It's not usually her who stands up to protect us both, Peggy thought, but this time it was her.

"If you don't sign it," the man whispered, "we won't let you go!"

Peggy looked at the note that Ariel was reading, but she didn't know what was written on the paper, only a few words were revealed: "Car owner."

owner?She was startled, is it really not her father's car?

Peggy didn't understand this until now, and she wanted to run away again.But the car owner grabbed her tightly, gave her a ballpoint pen, and ordered her:

"Sign!" He held the paper up to her face,

"You broke the glass of my car, and you only paid for the glass, not for my inconvenience, let alone the time it took me to install the glass. In fact, you should pay more..."

"You wrote down my name, you said I could go, I'm leaving now," Peggy said firmly.

"I don't understand why you insist on my autograph."

"You say it's not your name," he replied.

"You are too much, let's go!"

Peggy walked back to the station.

As she sat on the train home, she thought about how stupid those people were to fuss over a small piece of glass.

By the time Peggy got back to the dormitory she shared with Ariel, it was almost dark.

The twilight twilight casts on the ceiling, on the dresser and chairs, just like the dormitory they lived in as undergraduates at the college.

Peggy threw off her shoes and lay down on the bed.

Then he stood up again and hurried to turn on the pocket record player.

"Mockingbird Hill" or "Galway Bay"?Let's play "Mockingbird Hill," she sang along to the record.

Singing, she came to the window and looked out.

The trees in the dormitory courtyard glistened with the first snow.

She stopped singing.

She is afraid of snow and cold.

Suddenly she had an idea.

There is a pre-Christmas social in the school recreation room tonight.

She was bored with the day's events and wanted to go to this party and forget about her boredom.

She wanted to wear the apple-green dress she bought at a Chinese store on Broadway.

She had gone there to buy a paper umbrella for 10 cents, but as soon as she saw the suit, she had to buy it.

The record is still playing.

Peggy took the outfit out of the closet.

She thought it was as pretty as the one she had seen in the windows on Madison Avenue.

而且她这套衣服在这季度正风靡一时。只花了12块钱。其实，花30、40、50、80、200甚至300块钱也值。

But Ariel always intervenes.

Peggy loves Ariel best when she's only minding her own business.

(End of this chapter)