今天看了安迪寫的那封信杂抽，讓“我”在歷經(jīng)一切之后保持希望與期盼跪妥，這或許是最好的rehabilitate的方式吧饺律。
Dear Red:
If you’re reading this, you’ve gotten out and if you’ve come this far, maybe you’d come a bit further. You remember the name of the town, don’t you? Zihuatanjo. I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I’ll keep an eye out for you, and the chessborad ready.
Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things.And no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you and finds you well.
