Henrietta almost stays home. She has been standing outside the school gym for ten minutes. In her hand is a name tag she does not want to wear. A banner above the door says "Twenty Years Later". She smooths her jacket and tells herself that it is only one evening.
亨丽埃塔差点就待在家里了。她在学校体育馆外面已经站了十分钟。她手里拿着一张不想戴的姓名牌。门上方的横幅写着：“二十年后”。她抚平外套，告诉自己，这只是一个晚上而已。
Inside, the music is from the year they all left school, and the lights are too bright. People are hugging and holding up phones to show photos of their children. Henrietta finds a table of old friends and listens to news about jobs, houses and divorces. Everyone seems to have changed, and she isn't sure what to say about herself.
里面，放的音乐是他们全都毕业那一年的，灯光亮得过分。人们互相拥抱，举着手机展示孩子们的照片。亨丽埃塔找到一桌老朋友，听着有关工作、房子和离婚的消息。每个人似乎都变了，而她不确定该怎么说起自己。
Then she sees him by the snack table. He still wears glasses, and he still has the same crooked smile. It is Santiago, the boy she competed with in every class for six years. If she got ninety-four in a math test, he got ninety-five. In their last year, she beat him by one point in the chemistry exam. He did not speak to her for a month.
然后她在点心桌旁看到了他。他仍然戴着眼镜，仍然是那个歪歪的笑。是圣地亚哥，六年里每门课都和她较劲的那个男孩。她数学考了九十四分，他就考九十五分。最后一年，她在化学考试里以一分之差赢了他。他一个月没跟她说话。
"Henrietta," he says, as if he has just found a lost key. "I was hoping you would come."
“亨丽埃塔，”他说，像刚找到一把丢失的钥匙，“我一直希望你会来。”
"You were? I thought you would be the person who avoided me."
“真的？我还以为你会是躲着我的那个人呢。”
"I have been avoiding you for twenty years," he says. "But I am running out of reasons."
“我已经躲了你二十年，”他说，“可我快没有理由了。”
They both laugh. Then they take two paper cups of lemonade and sit at the end of the bleachers. They talk about the teachers who are gone and the teachers who are somehow still here. Henrietta tells him she designs bridges. He is a doctor for animals, and he shows her a photo of a very fat dog.
他们俩都笑了。然后他们拿了两纸杯柠檬水，坐在看台的最末端。他们聊起那些已经不在的老师，和那些不知怎么还在的老师。亨丽埃塔告诉他，她是设计桥梁的。他是给动物看病的医生，还给她看了一张特别胖的狗的照片。
"Can I tell you something embarrassing?" she says after a while. "I studied until two in the morning every night in our last year. Not because I loved chemistry. Because I could not stand the thought of you getting a better grade."
“我能跟你说件尴尬的事吗？”过了一会儿，她说，“最后一年，我每天晚上都学到凌晨两点。不是因为我爱化学。而是因为我受不了你拿到比我更高的分数。”
Santiago stares at her. Then he puts his hand over his face. "Henrietta, I used to walk past the library every evening," he says. "If your light was still on, I went home and studied too. I thought I was the only one."
圣地亚哥盯着她。然后他用手捂住了脸。“亨丽埃塔，我以前每天傍晚都会经过图书馆，”他说，“如果你的灯还亮着，我就回家也接着学。我还以为只有我这样。”
"So I was your night light."
“这么说，我是你的夜灯。”
"You were the reason I got into university."
“你是我考上大学的原因。”
"And you were mine," she says quietly.
“而你是我的。”她轻声说。
They sit in silence for a moment, watching people dance badly. "We wasted a lot of energy being enemies," he says. "Imagine what we could have done if we had studied together."
他们沉默地坐了一会儿，看着人们跳得很难看的舞。“我们浪费了那么多精力去做敌人，”他说，“想想看，要是我们当年一起学习，能做成什么。”
"We could both have got a hundred." She takes his phone from his hand and types her number into it. "There is a restaurant near my office. Next Thursday, seven o'clock. I am choosing the place."
“我们俩本可以都考一百分。”她从他手里拿过手机，把自己的号码输进去。“我办公室附近有家餐厅。下周四，七点。地方由我来选。”
"Of course you are," he says. "You always have to win."
“当然是你选，”他说，“你总是要赢。”
