There was still sawdust sprinkled on the floor, Billy noted, as if this were a twenties speakeasy instead of a millennium eatery where you couldn't smoke, let alone spit a gob of tobacco between your feet.
比利注意到地板上仍旧擻满了锯末,仿佛这是一家1920年代贩私酒的地下酒吧,而不是21世纪的现代餐厅,里面吸烟尚且不许,更不可能随口将烟萆啐在双脚间。