“祖父零钱!”女售货员朝牵着我手的人喊了一声。 “什么?”我祖父问,另一只手把一口袋零散硬币搅得叮当作响。 “祖父零钱,”她又说了一遍,指着他的口袋,“不是所有的祖父到哪儿都带着零钱吗?”“呣,”他点点头,“当然,”他用那些零钱买了一杯咖啡和热巧克力,脸上闪过他常有的、真挚而不露齿的微笑。 “Grandfather change!” The saleswoman shouted to the person holding my hand. “What?” My grandfather asked, his other hand buzzing with a bag of scattered coins. “Grandpa changes,” she said again, pointing to his pocket. “Not all my grandfathers have a change of money anywhere?” “Hey,” he nodded, “Of course, ”He bought those cups of coffee and hot chocolate with the change, and his usual, sincere, toothless smile flashed across his face.