He dreams of a house in Travis County, doors locked, unwilling to let him in again.

他梦想着在特拉维斯县有一所房子， 门锁着，不愿再让他进来。

He talks about Travis County, making campaign posters with construction paper for fifth grade student council, family trips to Surfside, running headlong into the waves.

他谈到了特拉维斯县， 用建筑纸为五年级学生会制作竞选海报，全家去瑟夫赛德旅行， 一头扎进海浪中。

Ellen Claremont exhales slowly, and she grins a small, secret grin, the crooked, unflattering one she never uses in public, the one he knows best from when he was a kid around her knees in a small kitchen in Travis County.

埃伦·克莱蒙特缓缓地呼了口气，脸上露出一丝隐秘的笑容， 她从来没有在公共场合露出过那种歪歪扭扭、不讨人喜欢的笑容，而他小时候在特拉维斯县的一间小厨房里， 跪在她的膝盖上时， 就最了解这种笑容。