就这样，他们一夜夜坐着，回忆着那个不祥的星期五，直到所有的细节都印进他们的脑子，从另一面透过来，就像劣质的钱币一样。
They sat thus night after night recalling that fatal Friday , till every detail of it was stamped on their brains and came through on the other side like the faces on a bad coinage .
夜坐