We'd gone up to the city, my husband and I, to see a friend of his from college. He was doing well for himself now, a businessman living in a high-class apartment on the Magnificent Mile. It was a treat for us to get away like this, on the rare occasions we could get a baby-sitter. He met us at the parking garage (停车库) he'd recommended (推荐) and offered to pay for. "City life's great," he'd said, "except for finding a parking space." There was the slap on the back for my husband, and a kiss on the cheek for me. Then he led us out to the street for the two-block walk to his apartment.
The North Side reminded me of a refined street festival that summer night – crowds of people, somehow looking well-dressed even in jeans, strolling up and down the sidewalks, stopping in at the dozens of restaurants.
We were walking three abreast (并肩) downthe sidewalk. I was on the inside, closest to the buildings, and I saw him out of the corner of my eye.
He was old, sitting on the doorstep of a store already locked for the night. He was bundled up in a dirty jacket that looked way too heavy for summer. Every few seconds, he called out to the passing people. "Got a quarter?" "Can you spare some change?"
We'd seen people like him before, of course. We'd learned not to look them in the eye, to close our ears, to walk on by. Usually they expected to be ignored. Some of them tried to make you feel guilty (内疚), though, by telling you they needed money to feed their kids.
So I steeled myself as we approached him. "Got any loose change you can spare?" he piped up.
"Get lost!" our friend shouted, looking straight ahead.
As we brushed by, I got a look at him. Gray hair; a creased (有皱痕的), worn face that, inexplicably (无法解释地), had a toothless smile on it.
Then we were past him, not missing a step in our steady stride. "I get so sick of these guys leeching off of you," our friend grumbled under his breath.
I slowed down, my steps faltering (犹豫). I had some change in my pocket. I could get it out, run back, drop it into the old man's hand, and catch up with the guys before they even knew I was gone. Or I could just tell them, "I'll be right back, guys; wait for me a second," and go back at my leisure. But then I'd have to listen to the lecture about being too soft-hearted and handing out money to any guy with a sob story to tell.
1.We learn from the first paragraph that the author and her husband ________.