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　　It is morning rush hour on the 8:08 train into New York．People are 　　1　　 in their own worlds, keeping everything out－especially one another－with their CK players and laptops．It’s like we’re all behind invisible walls．We 　　2　　 these last few minutes before jumping into the workday．The last thing anyone wants to hear is the one-sided cellphone conversation of a fellow passenger．

　That’s why I felt 　　3　　 when my cellphone went off．The call was coming from home．What choice did I have?It was Louise, sounding 　　4　　．Another mother, a close friend of mine, had 　　5　　 my daughter of poor sportsmanship against her son．“It was a misunderstanding,”Louise said．“But she didn’t 　　6　　 me．”I’d known this friend forever, 　　7　　 her completely and knew she loved Louise almost as much as I did．I also knew that any mother’s first instinct(本能)is to 　　8　　 her own hurt child．And what a(n)　　9　　 it can be to know what a nine-year-old girl is really thinking．I always found it hard to know about my daughter’s thoughts．I explained all this to Louise in a low voice so as not to 　　10　　 the man sitting next to me．In front of him was an opened New York Times．He was probably 　　11　　 he’d chosen this seat．

　　“We’ll talk more when I get home,”I said．I closed my cellphone quickly and went back into my silence, feeling so alone in the crowded, speeding train, trying to do my mothering(照料)over the phone．

　　“I couldn’t help hearing your 　　12　　,”the man said．“I thought it was very sweet．”Suddenly I felt relaxed．I responded with a smile．

　　The 8:08 pulled into the station．Thanks to those sweet words, the ride became a pleasant one．

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　　I once went to a town in the north of England on business．It was about 7∶30 in the evening when I reached the hotel．The manageress, a strict old lady of about 60, showed me to my room．When I asked her what time the dinner was, she said there was only one sitting at 6∶30, and I had 　　1　　 it．“Never mind, ”I said．“I’m not very 　　2　　．I’ll just have a drink in the bar(酒吧)and a sandwich．”

　　“Bar!” she 　　3　　 her voice．“This is a respectable hotel, young man．If you want 　　4　　, you must go somewhere else．” She spoke 　　5　　 a glass of beer was a dangerous drug．I went to a bar and had some beer and sandwiches and then went to the cinema．At about 11∶30 I 　　6　　．Everything was in darkness．I knocked at the door, but nothing happened．The 　　7　　 sound was the church clock opposite, which suddenly struck the half-hour with such 　　8　　 that it made me jump．　　9　　 a window opened upstairs．The old lady 　　10　　 and asked me what was going on．I explained who I was and she let me 　　11　　 after ten minutes’ wait．She was in her nightdress．She told me seriously that guests were 　　12　　 to be back in the hotel by 11 o’clock．

　　I went to bed but could not sleep．Every quarter of an hour the church clock struck and at midnight the whole hotel shook with the noise．Just before dawn, I finally 　　13　　．When I arrived at 　　14　　, everyone else had nearly 　　15　　 and there was not enough coffee to go round．

　　“Did you 　　16　　 well, young man?” the old lady asked．“　　17　　, I don’t think I could go through 　　18　　 night in that room,” I replied．“I hardly slept at all．” “That’s because you were 　　19　　 all night drinking!”she said angrily, putting 　　20　　 to the conversation．