The phone woke him. His neck, shoulders, and waist were already dark blue--neat rows of bruises where he had hit the side of the plane.
"How are you?" It was Valdir. "Jevy said he thought you were OK."
"I'm fine, just a little sore."
"Very well. I have some good news. I rented a boat yesterday."
"Good. When do I go?"
"Maybe tomorrow. They're getting it ready. Jevy knows the boat."
"I'm anxious to get on the river. Especially after yester."
尼特是被电话吵醒的，脖子肩膀和腰上一片淤青，一道道擦伤整齐的排列着，那是他撞在飞机侧壁的时候刮的。
“你还好吧？”电话是维尔德打来的，“杰维说他觉得你没事。”
“我很好，就是有点疼。”
“那就好，有个好消息要告诉你，我昨天租到船了。”
“很好，我什么时候能出发？”
“明天吧，他们正在做准备，杰维熟悉那条船。”
“我真是怕了下河了，尤其是经历过昨天的事情之后。”
