The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

The telegraph messenger is in Rosa? Mrs. Sandoval got off her bike in front of her house. He went to the door and tapped on the door. Almost immediately, he noticed someone in the house. He can't hear anything, but he must be knocking at the door to call someone to the door. He is eager to see who is the new comer-this is Rosa, who will hear the killing in the world and feel the pain in her heart. Sandoval's woman. After a while, the door opened, but when the hinge was opened, it was leisurely and unhurried. The transshipment of the door seems to show that no matter who opens the door, she has nothing to be afraid of in this world. Then all the doors opened and she stood there.

In Homer's view, this Mexican woman is beautiful. He could see that she had been patient all her life. After years of patience, there is always a gentle and holy smile on her mouth. But like everyone who has never received a telegram, when the telegraph operator appeared at the front door, she had a premonition that her luck was running out. Homer knows, Rosa? Mrs. Sandoval was surprised to see him. The first thing she said was the first thing people said in extreme fear. She let out a cry of "Oh", as if she had thought that it should not be the telegraph operator who opened the door, but someone she had known for a long time and was willing to talk to. Before she spoke again, she carefully observed Homer's eyes. Homer knew that she had understood that this was an unwelcome telegram.

"Is there a telegram?" She asked.

It's not Homer's fault. His job is to send a telegram. Even so, he still feels as if he is part of the whole mistake. He felt embarrassed, as if he was the only one responsible for what happened. At the same time, he wanted to say bluntly, "I'm just a telegraph messenger, Mrs. Sandoval." I'm sorry to have to send you such a telegram, but it's only because my job is to send it. "

"whose telegram?" Asked the Mexican woman.

"Rosa g street 1 129? Mrs. Sandoval's. " Homer said. He handed the telegram to the Mexican woman, but she refused to answer it.

"Are you Mrs. Sandoval?" Homer asked.

"Come in," said the woman. "Please come in. I can't speak English. I'm Mexican. I only watched the news in Mexico City. She stopped for a moment and looked at the boy. He stood as close to the door as possible, but he still stood in the room, looking embarrassed.

"Excuse me," she said. "What did the telegram say?"

"Mrs. Sandoval," said the telegraph operator. "The telegram says-"

But the woman interrupted him. "But you must open the telegram and read it to me," she said. "You haven't opened it yet."

"Yes, madam," Homer said. It seems that he is talking to a teacher who has just corrected his mistake.

He opened the telegram with trembling fingers. The Mexican woman bent down to grab the torn envelope and tried to flatten it. She said as she worked, "Who sent the telegram-was it my son Juan? Domingo? "

"No, madam," Homer said. "The telegram was sent by the War Department."

"War Department?" The Mexican woman said.

"Mrs. Sandoval," Homer said quickly, "your son is dead. This may be a mistake. Anyone can make mistakes, Mrs. Sandoval. Maybe not your son. Maybe it's someone else. The telegram said it was Juan? Domingo, but maybe the telegram is wrong.

Mexican women pretended not to hear.

"Oh, don't be afraid," she said. "Come on in. Come on in. I'll get you sugar. " She grabbed the boy by the arm, took him to the table in the middle of the room and sat him down.

"Boys like sugar," she said. "I'll get you sugar." She went into another room and soon came back with an old chocolate candy box. She opened the candy box on the table, and Homer saw a strange candy in it.

"Here," she said, "eat this candy. Boys like to eat sugar. "

Homer took a piece from the box, put it in his mouth and chewed it hard.

"You won't send me a bad telegram," she said. "You are a good boy-just like Xiao Hu Annette when I was a child. Another piece. " She asked the messenger to get another piece of candy.

Homer sat chewing dry candy and listening to Mexican women. "This is our own sugar," she said. "Made of cactus. When my juanito comes home, I will make these sweets, but you can eat them. You are also my child. "

At this time, she suddenly began to sob, and at the same time tried to restrain herself, as if crying was a shameful thing. Homer wanted to get up and run away, but he knew he would stay. He even thought that he might stay forever. He has no idea what else can alleviate women's pain. If she asks him to replace her son, he may not be able to refuse because he doesn't know how to refuse. He stood up as if to show that he was prepared to save the irreversible situation. Then he realized that his plan was ridiculous and became more embarrassed. He said to himself over and over again, "What can I do? what can I do? I'm just a messenger.