Femi walked home from school every day. He always passed the same building. One afternoon, he saw an elderly woman by the entrance. Bags of groceries sat at her feet.
费米每天走路从学校回家。他总是经过同一栋楼。一天下午，他看见入口处有一位上了年纪的老太太。她脚边放着好几袋食品杂货。
She struggled to open the heavy door. Her hands were full. The bags kept sliding down her arms.
她正费力地推那扇沉重的门。她双手都拿着东西。袋子不停地从她的手臂上往下滑。
He jogged over and held the door open. "Let me help you with those," he said. The woman looked at him, surprised and grateful.
他小跑过去，帮她扶住门。“让我来帮您拿吧，”他说。老太太看着他，又惊讶又感激。
"That is very kind," she said. "My name is Verity. I live on the third floor."
“你真是太好心了，”她说，“我叫维里蒂。我住在三楼。”
Femi picked up two heavy bags. He followed Verity into the building. They walked slowly up the stairs together.
费米拎起两个沉重的袋子。他跟着维里蒂走进楼里。他们一起慢慢地爬上楼梯。
At her door, Femi set the bags down carefully. "Thank you very much," Verity said. "Do you want some tea?"
到了她家门口，费米小心地把袋子放下。“非常谢谢你，”维里蒂说，“要不要喝点茶？”
Femi checked his watch and smiled. "I have a little time," he said. He stepped inside for a quick cup of tea.
费米看了看手表，笑了。“我还有一点时间，”他说。他走进屋里，匆匆喝了一杯茶。
Verity told him about the building's weekend coffee morning. "We meet every Saturday in the lobby," she said. "Come next Saturday."
维里蒂给他讲了这栋楼周末的咖啡早会。“我们每个星期六都在大厅聚一聚，”她说，“下个星期六来吧。”
That Saturday, Femi walked down to the lobby. Verity waved him over to her table. She introduced him to three other neighbors.
那个星期六，费米下楼来到大厅。维里蒂挥手招呼他到她那张桌子来。她把他介绍给另外三位邻居。
Femi returned the next week, and the week after that. He always saved a seat next to Verity. He waved at her from across the lobby.
费米下个星期又来了，再下个星期也来了。他总是在维里蒂旁边留一个座位。他隔着大厅向她挥手。
Weeks later, Verity introduced Femi to her whole family. They invited him to a small birthday lunch. Femi brought flowers from the corner shop.
几个星期后，维里蒂把费米介绍给了她的全家人。他们邀请他参加一次小小的生日午餐。费米从街角的小店买了花带去。
