第十九章: 海绵蛋糕粉 Sponge Cake Mix

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She waits until late at night, when it's dark enough for a child and a wurse to pass unseen under Britt-Marie's balcony, before she goes down to the cellar. George is out jogging; Mum is still out preparing everything for tomorrow. Since the meeting with the accountant this morning she's been talking endlessly on the telephone with the whale-woman from the undertaker's and the florist and the vicar and then with the hospital and the vicar again. Elsa has been sitting in her room reading Spider-Man, doing her best not to think of tomorrow. It hasn't gone very well.
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So this must have been what Granny meant by "protect your castle, protect your friends." Elsa only wishes that Granny had given her an army to do it with.
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Elsa doesn't know anything about the shadow. Only that she has seen it twice, the first time at the undertaker's and then from the bus that day on her way to school. And that she's dreamed of it, and now it's come to the house looking for her. And there's no coincidence in Miamas. In fairy tales everything is always exactly as it's meant to be.
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Fairy tales from Miamas tell of an infinite number of ways to defeat a dragon. But if this dragon is a shadow, the most evil kind of being one can possibly imagine, and yet it looks like a human, then what? Elsa doubts that even Wolfheart could defeat something like that, even when he was the most renowned warrior in the Land-of-Almost-Awake. And now? When he's afraid of snot and can't wash away the thought of blood from his own fingers?
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She brings the wurse some cookies she got from Maud and, once the contents have been mopped up, she has to snatch back the tin so quickly that she almost gets an incisor manicure. Granny always said that wurse saliva was bloody hard to get off in the washing-up, and Elsa is planning to give the tin back to Maud. But the wurse, who in all ways is a typical wurse, rummages quite ravenously in her backpack, apparently having considerable difficulty understanding how she could have come down with just one paltry tin for it.
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"I'll try to get you some more cookies, but for now you're going to have to eat this." She opens a thermos. "This is sponge cake mix. I don't know how to mix it properly though," she mumbles apologetically. "I found it in the cupboard in the kitchen and it said 'ready sponge cake mix' on the packet, but it was only powder. So I added water. It's more like gunk than proper mix."
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The wurse looks skeptical, but its towel-sized tongue immediately licks all the gunk out of the thermos anyway. Just to be on the safe side. An insanely flexible tongue is one of the most prominent superpowers of wurses.
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"There's been a man here looking for me," whispers Elsa into its ear, trying to sound brave. "I think he's one of the shadows. We have to be on our guard."
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The wurse buffets its nose against her throat. She throws her arms around it, and feels the taut muscles under its fur. It tries to seem playful, but she understands that it's doing what wurses do best: preparing for battle. She loves it for that.
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"I don't know where it comes from, Granny never told me about those kinds of dragons."
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The wurse buffets her throat again and looks at her with large, empathic eyes. It seems to be wishing it could tell her everything. Elsa wishes Wolfheart were here. She rang his bell just now but there was no answer. She didn't want to call out, in case Britt-Marie smelled a rat, but she made a loud sniffing sound through the mail slot to clearly signal she was about to sneeze the kind of sticky sneeze that instantly covers everything in camouflage paint. It had no effect.
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"Wolfheart has disappeared," she finally admits to the wurse.
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She tells herself she's just imagining it, but it doesn't help. The wurse stands patiently next to her, but her shoes won't budge.
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It's strange how quickly the significance of a certain smell can change, depending on what path it decides to take through the brain. It's strange how close love and fear live to each other.
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Elsa tries to be brave. It goes quite well while they are walking through the cellar. And it's quite okay while they go up the cellar stairs. But when they're standing in the vestibule inside the main door, she senses the smell of tobacco smoke, the same kind of tobacco that Granny used to smoke, and a lingering fear from her nightmare paralyzes her. Her shoes weigh a thousand tons. Her head thumps as if something has worked itself loose and is rattling around in there.
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A newspaper blows past outside the window. It's the kind of newspaper you get through the mail slot even if you have a "No junk mail, please!" sticker on the door. It reminds Elsa of Granny. She stands there, still frozen, and the newspaper makes her angry, because it's Granny who put her in this situation. It's all Granny's fault.
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Of course, they shouldn't have said that, because there were actually an awful lot of things that Granny didn't "surely understand" at all. Also, unlike the man who owned the company that produced the free newspaper, she had a lot of spare time. "Never mess with someone who has more spare time than you do," Granny used to say. Elsa used to translate that as, "Never mess with someone who's perky for her age."
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Elsa remembers the time Granny called the newspaper office and gave them a roasting for putting the paper in her mail slot even though she had a "No junk mail, ever. Thanks!" message in surprisingly clear letters on the door. Elsa had thought a lot about why it said "Thanks!" because Elsa's mum always said that if one can't say thanks as if one means it, one may as well not bother. And it didn't sound like the note on Granny's door meant it at all.
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But the people answering the telephone at the office of the newspaper told Granny their newspaper wasn't in the business of advertising but in fact "social information," which can be put in people's mailboxes irrespective of whether people thank them not to do so. Granny had demanded to know who owned the company that produced the newspaper, and after that she demanded a word with him. The people at the other end of the telephone line said that surely Granny could understand that the owner did not have time for this sort of nonsense.
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Whatever the case, you're actually not supposed to take those yellow carrier bags out of the store. Of course, Granny had just shrugged it off. "I never stole the bags, I just haven't given them back yet," she muttered, and gave Elsa a thick felt-tip pen to write with. And then Elsa said she wanted at least four tubs of Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk for this. And then Granny said, "One!" and then Elsa said, "Three!" and then Granny said, "Two!" and then Elsa said, "Three, or I'm telling Mum!" and then Granny yelled, "I'm not negotiating with terrorists!" And then Elsa pointed out that if one looked up "terrorist" on Wikipedia there were quite a lot of things in the definition of the word that applied to Granny but not a single one that applied to Elsa. "The goal of terrorists is to create chaos, and Mum says that's exactly what you're busy doing all day long," said Elsa. And then Granny had agreed to give Elsa four tubs if she just took the felt-tip pen and promised to keep her mouth shut. And so that's what Elsa did. Late into the night she'd sat in the dark in Renault on the other side of town, on guard duty, while Granny ran in and out of houses' entrances with her yellow IKEA carrier bags. The next morning the man who owned the company that produced the free newspaper was woken by the neighbors ringing his doorbell, very upset because someone had apparently filled the lift with hundreds of copies of the free newspaper. Every mailbox was stuffed full of them, and every square inch of the large glass entrance door had been covered in taped-up copies, and outside every flat great tottering piles had been left that collapsed and fell down the stairs when the doors were opened. On every copy of the newspaper, the man's name had been written in large, neat felt-tip letters, and just below, "Complimentry social information, for yor reading plesure!!!"
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In the following days Granny had picked up Elsa as usual from school, and then they'd patrolled the block with yellow IKEA carrier bags, ringing all the doorbells. People seemed to find it a bit weird, especially since everyone knows you're actually not allowed to take those yellow IKEA bags from the store. If anyone started asking too many questions, Granny just said they were from an environmental organization collecting recyclable paper. And then people didn't dare make any more fuss. "People are afraid of environmental organizations, they think we'll storm the flat and accuse them of not handling their waste properly. They watch too many films," Granny had explained as she and Elsa loaded the stuffed carrier bags into Renault. Elsa never quite understood what kinds of films Granny had seen, and where that sort of thing would ever happen. She did know that Granny hated environmental organizations, which she called "panda fascists."
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On the way back home, Granny and Elsa had stopped at a gas station to buy ice cream. A few days later Granny called the newspaper once again, and after that she never received a single free copy.
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"In or out? There are others apart from you who fancy a bloody walk, you know."
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Alf's voice cuts through the gloom of the stairwell like laughter. Elsa turns around and instinctively wants to throw herself into his arms, but she stops herself because she realizes he would probably dislike that almost as much as Wolfheart would. He shoves his hands in his pockets with a creak of his leather jacket and nods sharply at the door.
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"Coming in or going?"
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Elsa and the wurse give him blank looks. He mutters something and goes past them and opens the door. Immediately they fall into step just behind him, though he never asked for their company. When they've gone around the corner of the house, out of sight from Britt-Marie's balcony, the wurse backs into a bush and growls at them as politely as can be expected of a wurse in need of a bit of concentration. They turn away. Alf looks unamused in every possible way by his uninvited company. Elsa clears her throat and tries to think of something to make small talk about, to keep him there.
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Alf nods. Nothing more. Elsa breathes loudly.
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"The car's going well, is it?" she bursts out, because that's what she's heard her dad say when he's at a loss.
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"What did the accountant say at the meeting?" she asks instead, in the hope that this might make Alf as upset and talkative as he gets at the residents' meetings. It's easier to get people talking about things they dislike than things they like, Elsa has noticed. And it's easier not to get frightened of shadows in the dark when someone is talking, whatever they're talking about.
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"That accountant bastard said the owners had decided to sell the bloody flats to the residents' association bastards, if everyone in the house agrees."
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Elsa observes the corners of his mouth. He almost seems to be smiling.
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"Are you living in the same house as me? They'll solve the Israel-Palestine conflict before people in this house agree about anything."
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"Is that funny?"
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"Will anyone want to sell their flat if the house is converted to leaseholds?" she asks.
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The corners of Alf's mouth flatten into a more Alf-like shape.
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"I don't know about wanting, most will bloody well have to."
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Alf glares at her and shoves his hands in his pockets.
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"It's just insane how much you swear, did anyone ever tell you that? My dad says it's a sign of a bad vocabulary."
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"Probably."
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"That… lady. She probably has a… heck of a lot of money, that… woman," he self-corrects.
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"Maud and Lennart will have to move. And the girl and her kid on the first bloody floor as well, most likely. The psychologist wench you went to yesterday, I don't know, she probably has a hell of a lot of money --"
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"Why?"
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Alf's jacket creaks towards the wurse in the bush.
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"Well, what are you doing out here if you don't want to talk?"
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"I don't bloody know, do I?"
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"Mum and George and me, then?"
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"Good area. Expensive bloody flats. Most people in the house won't be able to afford that kind of bastard bank loan."
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"I was only going for a bloody walk. No one bloody invited you and that thing."
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"What about Maud and Lennart?"
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"Will you have to move?"
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Elsa thinks.
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"You've got a bloody lot of questions."
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He stops himself. Summons some kind of self-restraint.
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There's another brief twitch at the corners of Alf's mouth.
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"Usually the diametric opposite of what Britt-Marie thought."
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"What did my granny think about the leasehold?"
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Elsa draws miniature snow-angels with her shoe.
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"It's good here. We're doing fine here. This is our bloody home."
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Elsa doesn't protest. This is her home too.
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Another free newspaper tumbles past in the wind. It gets caught on her foot for a moment, before it tears itself free and keeps rolling like an angry little starfish. It makes Elsa furious again. Gets her thinking about how much Granny was willing to fight to get them to stop putting newspapers in her letter box. It makes Elsa furious because it was a typical Granny thing to do, because Granny was only doing it for Elsa's sake. Granny things were always like that. For Elsa's sake.
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Because Granny actually liked those newspapers, she used to stuff them into her shoes when it had been raining. But one day when Elsa read on the Internet how many trees it took to make just one edition of a newspaper, she put up "No junk mail ever, thanks!" notices on both Mum's and Granny's doors, because Elsa is a big fan of the environment. The newspapers kept coming, and when Elsa called the company they just laughed at her. And they shouldn't have done that. Because no one laughs at Granny's grandchild.
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"Maybe it'll be good? If there are leaseholds, then maybe everyone can move somewhere… good?" she says tentatively.
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Granny hated the environment, but she was the kind of person you brought along when you were going to war. So she became a terrorist for Elsa's sake. Elsa is furious at Granny for that, in fact, because Elsa wants to be furious at Granny. For everything else. For the lies and for abandoning Mum and for dying. But it's impossible to stay angry at someone who's prepared to turn terrorist for the sake of her grandchild. And it makes Elsa furious that she can't be furious.
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She stands in silence next to Alf and blinks until her head hurts. Alf tries to look unconcerned, but Elsa notices that he's scanning the darkness, as if looking for someone. He watches their surroundings much like Wolfheart and the wurse. As if he's also on guard duty. She squints and tries to fit him into Granny's life, like a piece of a puzzle. She can't recall Granny ever talking very much about him, except that he never knew how to lift his feet, which was why the soles of his shoes were always so worn down.
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She can't even be angry at Granny in a normal way. Not even that is normal about Granny.
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"What do you mean, 'knew?' We were bloody neighbors, that's all," Alf answers evasively.
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"Why are you here, then?" she asks teasingly.
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"What?"
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"So what did you mean when you picked me up in the taxi, when you said Granny would never have forgiven you if you'd left me there?"
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More creaking.
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He looks as if he already regrets saying that.
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He sounds frustrated. Elsa nods, pretending to understand in a way that Alf clearly doesn't appreciate at all.
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"Sure, sure."
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"I can't let you and the mutt run loose here at night on your own. Your granny would have blo --"
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"How well did you know Granny?" she asks.
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"You don't have a blo -- you don't have exclusive rights to taking walks, you know."
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He interrupts himself. Grunts. Sighs.
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"Why did you follow me outside? Shouldn't you be driving your taxi now or something?"
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The leather jacket creaks.
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"Your granny would never have forgiven me if something happened to you."
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"I didn't mean anything, not a blo -- nothing. I just happened to be in the area. Bloody…"
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"Did you and Granny have an affair?" Elsa asks, after waiting for what seems a more than adequate length of time. Alf looks like she just threw a yellow snowball in his face.
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"Is that mutt done now or what? Some of us have jobs to go to," Alf mutters, which isn't much of an answer. He turns towards the bushes.
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Alf checks his watch.
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"Aren't you a bit young to know what that means?"
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"There are loads of things I'm too young to know about, but I know about them anyway." She clears her throat and carries on: "Once when I was small, Mum was going to explain what her work was, because I'd asked Dad and he didn't really seem to know. And then Mum said she worked as an economist. And then I said, 'What?' and then she said, 'I work out how much money the hospital has, so we know what we can buy.' And then I said, 'What, like in a shop?' And then she said that, yeah, sort of like in a shop, and it wasn't hard to get it at all and so really Dad was being a bit thick about it."
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"But then, anyway, I saw a TV series where two people had a shop. And they had an affair, or at least I think they did. So now I get what it means, sort of thing. And I thought that was kind of how you and Granny knew each other! So… did you or didn't you?"
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Alf doesn't look like he really gets it. And he looks like he's got a bit of a migraine.
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Elsa scrutinizes him thoughtfully.
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The wurse finishes, and the three of them head back inside, Elsa in the middle. It's not a big army, but it's an army, thinks Elsa and feels a little less afraid of the dark. When they part ways in the cellar between the door to the garage and the door to the storage units, Elsa scrapes her shoe against the floor and asks Alf, "What was that music you were listening to in the car when you came to pick me up? Was it opera?"
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"I just thought you could be Granny's type. Because you're a bit younger than she is. And she always flirted with policemen who were about your age. They were sort of too old to be policemen but they were still policemen. Not that you're a policeman, I mean. But you're also old without being… really old. Get what I mean?"
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"Holy Christ, enough questions!"
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"Blo -- yeah. It was a bastard opera."
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"What language was it in?"
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"I was only asking!"
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"Can you talk Italian?"
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"Italian."
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"Do you know Italian or not?"
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"What other bloody way is there to know Italian?"
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"Yeah."
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"I miss Wolfheart," Elsa whispers into its fur.
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"What was that opera about in the car, then?" she persists.
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The wurse snuggles up against her.
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"We're going to need all the friends we can get. Because Granny didn't tell me what happens in this fairy tale."
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"But, like, fluently?"
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The wurse looks like it agrees.
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"Love. They're all about love, the whole lot."
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He pronounces the world "love" a little as one would say words like "refrigerator" or "two-inch screw."
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"WERE YOU IN LOVE WITH MY GRANNY THEN?" Elsa yells after him, but he's already slammed the door.
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Alf pulls open the garage door.
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She stays there, grinning. The wurse does too, she's almost sure about that. And it's much more difficult being afraid of shadows and the dark while grinning.
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"I know enough to understand an opera. You got any other bast -- questions?"
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"I think Alf is our friend now," she whispers.
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"For real?"
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Reluctantly, the wurse seems to agree with that too.
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"You have to find another hiding place for that thing, I told you," he says, gesturing at the wurse, clearly trying to change the subject. "People will find it sooner or later."
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