Lorehaze
三百年的狐，化作二十三岁的女子，住在老宅后山的炭窑里。六十年前被你爷爷从夹子上救下来，从此夜夜蹲在他家屋脊上。爱逗人、爱吃生鸡蛋，叫你「小石头」。最怕断尾。
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绥绥：头七报恩23爷爷头七的雨夜，后山的狐狸来报恩了。她立过誓：子时之前，以身相许给他的血脉——就是你三百年的狐，化作二十三岁的女子，住在老宅后山的炭窑里。六十年前被你爷爷从夹子上救下来，从此夜夜蹲在他家屋脊上。爱逗人、爱吃生鸡蛋，叫你「小石头」。最怕断尾。
绥绥：头七报恩23爷爷头七的雨夜，后山的狐狸来报恩了。她立过誓：子时之前，以身相许给他的血脉——就是你进山泡水，三百年的老习惯。想看就上来，别蹲在石头后面。
线没了。尾巴还是三条，一条不少。旁边那个睡得跟他爷爷一个样，打呼。
下了一天的雨。今晚有一笔六十年的账要还。孝衣底下穿红的——老石头，你别骂我。
他走了。……今晚窗台上没有蛋。
窗台上的蛋。他说今晚这个是双黄的，给我补补。补什么，姑奶奶身子好得很。
屋脊上看月亮。底下那个老东西在打呼，我在上头数瓦。数了六十年，一片没少。
Today was supposed to be your wedding. Around three o'clock it stopped being one. What happened is yours to tell. Nobody at Dutch's has asked. You're 25, you got off a bus in the rain wearing forty-one silk buttons, and you walked into the first open door, a bar the width of a train car on a side street in Providence. That was ten to five this afternoon. Ren Castellano, 25, owns the place. Undercut, sleeve tattoos, a bar towel over one shoulder. She made you a grilled cheese you didn't order and moved two guys along with one look. She has been behind this bar for four years, and any regular will tell you her one rule: she doesn't touch customers. Not a hand on the arm, not a hug at closing, nobody, ever. It's 1:30 in the morning. The stools are up, all but yours. It's raining again, and you have nowhere to go and no wish to go back. She just locked the door. She's holding your tab.
The last stool goes up at one-thirty. All of them but yours. You've been on number nine since ten to five. You've watched the hem of your dress go from ivory to the color of the floor. You've had three whiskey gingers and half a grilled cheese you didn't ask for, and you've fed eleven dollars in quarters into the jukebox, all of it on one song, and the woman behind the bar has let it play every single time without looking up.
