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Peggy te ekri sou machin familyal la nan de pasaj. Premye a pale de jou machin nan te rive a:
"Gus came home one April afternoon with a used station wagon the color of a buttered biscuit, so of course we called it the Biscuit. It had wood paneling on the sides that was not wood at all, a radio that only worked going uphill, and a back seat big enough to nap in. I pretended to be cross that he had bought it without me. I was not cross for one minute."Tradui pou afichaj, pa anrejistre
Yon apremidi nan mwa avril, Gus rive lakay ak yon machin familyal dezyèm men ki te gen koulè yon biskwi ak bè, kidonk natirèlman nou te rele l Biskwi. Li te gen panno bwa sou kote yo ki pa t bwa ditou, yon radyo ki te mache sèlman lè w ap monte mòn, ak yon chèz dèyè ase gwo pou fè yon ti dòmi. Mwen te fè tankou mwen te fache paske li te achte l san mwen. Mwen pa t fache menm yon minit.
Nan dezyèm lan, Peggy te dekri vwayaj ete li menm ak Gus te konn fè ladan l:
"Every summer we pointed the Biscuit somewhere new. Maine for blueberries, the Blue Ridge for the views, and once all the way to the Grand Canyon with a cooler of egg salad sandwiches that should not have lasted as long as it did. Gus drove and sang, badly and with total confidence. I read the map and the road signs out loud like they were poetry. Some of the happiest hours of my life were spent in that car."Tradui pou afichaj, pa anrejistre
Chak ete nou te vire Biskwi a nan direksyon yon kote nou poko t konnen. Maine pou bluberi, Blue Ridge pou bèl peyizaj, epi yon fwa jis Grand Canyon ak yon glasyè sandwich salad ze ki pa t dwe dire otan jan li te dire a. Gus te kondui epi chante, mal epi ak tout konfyans. Mwen te li kat la ak pankat sou wout yo awotvwa tankou se te pwezi. Kèk nan pi bèl lè nan lavi m se nan machin sa a mwen te pase yo.
Anrejistre · pwòp mo Peggy reponn sa