John stood up and studied the crowd of people making their way through the station．He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he 1 , the girl with the 2 ．The story had begun twelve months before in a 3 ．Taking a book off the shelf he found himself 4 by the notes penciled in the margin(空白处，白边)．The soft handwriting 5 a thoughtful soul and insightful mind．In the front of the book, he discovered the 6 owner's name, Rosanna．
During the next year the two grew to know each other through the 7 ．Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart．The day finally came for their first 8 －7∶00 P.M．at the station．
A beautiful young woman was coming towards me, her 9 tall and slim．I started to walk towards her with delight, entirely forgetting to 10 that she was not wearing a rose．I 11 made one step closer to her, and then I saw Rosanna, a short and fat woman well past 40, was standing almost directly 12 the girl．The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away．
I felt 13 I was split(撕)in two, and there she stood．My fingers gripped the worn leather copy of the 14 that was to identify me to her．I knew this would not be 15 , something perhaps even better than love．I felt choked by the bitterness of my 16 ．“I'm John, and you must be Rosanna．I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to 17 ?”
The woman's face broadened into a big smile．“I don't know what this is about, son,” she answered．“but the young lady in the green suit who just 18 begged me to wear this rose on my coat．And she said 19 you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big 20 across the street．She said it was some kind of test!”