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1、!!!!ThePriceofSaltbyClaireMorgan(1952)!ChapterOneThelunchhourintheco-workers’cafeteriaatFrankenberg’shadreacheditspeak.Therewasnoroomleftatanyofthelongtables,andmoreandmorepeoplewerearrivingtowaitbackofthewoodenbarricadesbythecashregister.Peoplewhohadalreadygot
2、theirtraysoffoodwanderedaboutbetweenthetablesinsearchofaspottheycouldsqueezeinto,oraplacethatsomebodywasabouttoleave,buttherewasnoplace.Theroarofdishes,chairs,voices,shufflingfeet,andthebra-a-ackoftheturnstilesinthebare-walledroomwaslikethedinofasinglehugemachin
3、e.Thereseatenervously,withthe“WelcometoFrankenberg”bookletproppedupinfrontofheragainstasugarcontainer.Shehadreadthethickbookletthroughlastweek,inthefirstdayoftrainingclass,butshehadnothingelsewithhertoread,andintheco-workers’cafeteria,shefeltitnecessarytoconcent
4、rateonsomething.Soshereadagainaboutvacationbenefits,thethreeweeks’vacationgiventopeoplewhohadworkedfifteenyearsatFrankenberg’s,andsheatethehotplatespecialoftheday—agrayishsliceofroastbeefwithaballofmashedpotatoescoveredwithbrowngravy,aheapofpeas,andatinypapercup
5、ofhorse-radish.ShetriedtoimaginewhatitwouldbeliketohaveworkedfifteenyearsinFrankenberg’sdepartmentstore,andshefoundshewasunableto.“Twenty-fiveYearers”gotfourweeks’vacation,thebookletsaid.Frankenberg’salsoprovidedacampforsummerandwintervacationers.Theyshouldhavea
6、church,too,shethought,andahospitalforthebirthofbabies.Thestorewasorganizedsomuchlikeaprison,itfrightenedhernowandthentorealizeshewasapartofit.Sheturnedthepagesquickly,andsawinbigblackscriptacrosstwopages:“AreYouFrankenbergMaterial?”Sheglancedacrosstheroomatthewi
7、ndowsandtriedtothinkofsomethingelse.OfthebeautifulblackandredNorwegiansweatershehadseenatSaksandmightbuyRichardforChristmas,ifshecouldn’tfindabetter-lookingwalletthantheonesshehadseenfortwentydollars.OfthepossibilityofdrivingwiththeKellysnextSundayuptoWestPointt
8、oseeahockeygame.Thegreatsquarewindowacrosstheroomlookedlikeapaintingby—whowasit?Mondrian.Thelittlesquaresectionofwindowinthecorneropentoawhitesky.Andnobirdtoflyinorou