完形填空
Just One Drink
There’s a small cross by the side of Highway 128, near the town of Boonville.If this cross could 1 , it would tell you this sad story:
Seven years ago my brother, Michael, was on a friend’s farm.They decided to go out for dinner.Joe arrived and 2 to drive-after just one drink.
3 , the four friends traveled the winding road.They didn’t know 4 it would end-nobody did.Suddenly, they changed their direction and swerved(拐进)into the 5 lane, colliding with a(n) 6 car.
Back home we were watching E.T.on video in front of a warm fire.Then we went to bed.At 2∶00 A.M.a police officer 7 my mom with the 8 news.Michael had been killed.
In the morning, I found my mother and sister 9 .I stood there, 10 .“What’s wrong?”I asked, 11 my sleepy eyes.
Mom took a deep 12 .“Come here…”
Thus began a difficult and tiring journey through grief(忧伤), where all roads lead to nowhere.It still 13 to remember that day.
The 14 thing that helps is telling my story, hoping you will remember it if you are 15 to get into a car with someone who has had a drink-even just 16 drink.
Joe chose the road to 17 .He was convicted of manslaughter(过失杀人)and served time. 18 , the real punishment is living with the consequences of his actions.He left us with a(n) 19 in our hearts that will never go away, a nightmare that will haunt him-and us-for the rest of our lives.And a small 20 by the side of Highway 128.
(Dedicated with love to the memory of Michael Laddish)
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