「濃霧　勿緊隨前車」。

這是記憶之中最濃的霧。

晚上，雙層巴士的車廂裡，
我一直都看不見大嶼山的街燈。這還是第一次。
而汀九灣上，眼底的汀九橋還不到一半。
當然，青衣和荃灣都已沒入一片無盡的黑暗中。

不過，兩對眼睛有過一剎的交流，在北角。
然後我的電車就追不上你的二十三。

‘Good morning, all,’ said Tuppence, breaking in. ‘You've come to see me about something, have you? What is it?’
‘Got something for you, we have,’ said Clarence. ‘Information. That's what you're after, isn't it?’
‘It depends,’ said Tuppence. ‘What kind of information?’
‘Oh, not information about nowadays. All long ago.’
‘Historical information,’ said one of the girls, who appeared to be the intellectual chief of the group. ‘Most interesting if you’re doing research into the past.’

The conversation went on...

‘Well,’ said Tuppence, ‘what do you want to tell me about them? There are no goldfish to see here now.’
‘No. It’s information,’ said the intellectual girl.

And on...

‘Oh dear,’ said Tuppence, ‘what a lot of things seem to have gone on here. All right,’ she said, ‘I’ll be ready this afternoon. Perhaps two or three of you would come for me and take me to this Pensioners’ Palace Club.’
‘What three? Who’s going to come?
  Uproar happened immediately.
‘I’m coming... No, I’m not... No, Betty is... No, Betty shan’t come. Betty went the other day. I mean, she went to the cinema party the other day. She can’t go again.’
‘Well, settle it between you,’ said Tuppence, ‘and come here at half past three.’
‘I hope you’ll find it interesting,’ said Clarence.
‘It will be of historical interest,’ said the intellectual girl firmly.
‘Oh, shut up, Janet!’ said Clarence. He turned to Tuppence. ‘She’s always like that,’ he said, ‘Janet is. She goes to grammar school, that’s why. She boasts about it, see?’ A comprehensive wasn’t good enough for her and her parents made a fuss and now she’s at grammar school. That’s why she goes on like this all the time.’

  Postern of Fate, Agatha Christie, 1973

The first thing I'd take the trouble to find out about a Christie's book, having been though the introduction on the back cover, is always - well, almost, because one forgets - the year in which it has been published.

1973, in this case.

謝謝瑪娜、麥嘉、子仲。

始終，不想浪費三年，讀我沒有甚麼興趣的科目。
即使這個科目，或許，是我的專長。

上星期四，自己一個在灣仔吃晚飯，
想起那時候，放學後還要趕來上課，
就想起幾個同學。

想起老周的女兒的同學，
總是那麼肯幫忙，
在我遲到的時候，
主動問我要不要抄回森美剛才教完的一百零一頁。
我其實很感謝她。

想起安娜有次多麼大意，
讓老周最後還要向我提起。
但我知道，她早就不再介意，
而羅撒提起也不過是……

她其實很有趣。

還想起想讀社工的她，
怎樣相信我是住在福田：「跨境喎！」
她聽到「祟真」的時候那千份之一秒的不知所措……
經典。

算了吧，她們連鄧鏡波也不認識。

生命裡總是有些過客，遇上了，轉身又告別了。
你可能連他們的名字也不知道。
但你不會忘記，
他們是怎樣扶你一把，
或陪伴你度過某段難熬的日子，
讓你在獨處的晚上，
忽然記起的那一刻，
臉上掛著一個感恩的微笑：
曾經遇見你，多麼好。

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