The Keys

Marco gave me a crowbar at eight on Wednesday morning, and we started on Mr Pike's hut before the market opened.

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He had said he would do it with one of his kitchen men, and I had said I would rather do it myself. He had looked at me for a moment, the way he had looked at me when I dropped my first beam, and then handed me the crowbar. It took us three hours. The old beams came apart in our hands like wet cardboard, and the snow on them went down our collars. Under the counter we found a tin of candle ends from about 1980 and a child's glove. Mr Pike stood and watched the whole time, in his soldier's scarf, with his hands behind his back. When the last board was down he walked into the empty space and stood in the middle of it.

星期三早上八点，Marco给了我一根撬棍，我们在市集开门以前就开始拆Pike先生的木屋。

"Fifty years," he said. "My father built that."

他说过他会和厨房里的一个人来做，我说我宁愿自己做。他看了我一会儿，就像我掉下第一根横梁时他看我那样，然后把撬棍递给了我。我们做了三个小时。旧木梁在我们手里像湿纸板一样散开，木梁上的雪落进了我们的领子。柜台下面我们找到一个大约1980年的蜡烛头铁盒，还有一只小孩的手套。Pike先生一直站着看，围着他的军人围巾，两手放在背后。最后一块木板拆下来时，他走进空出来的地方，站在中间。