" Fair off, hell, " Jason said. " It'll be raining like hell by twelve oclock" . He looked at the sky, thinking about rain, about the slick clay roads, himself stalled somewhere miles from town.
“公平,地狱,”杰森说。 “十二就会下大雨”。他看着天空,想着下雨,想着光滑的土路,他自己停在离城镇数英里的地方。