Sophie’s Secret

Friday

星期五

Friday. The day of the sale.

星期五。卖房子的日子。

At nine o’clock, Sophie is ready. White blazer, red lipstick, the blue folder under her arm. She looks at herself in Nonna’s old mirror in the hall.

九点的时候，苏菲准备好了。白色的外套，红色的口红，手臂下夹着蓝色的文件夹。她在门厅看着诺娜的旧镜子里的自己。

Sophie: The notary is waiting at eleven. Marco is coming too. Don’t be late, darling.

苏菲： 公证人十一点在等我们。马可也会来。亲爱的，不要迟到了。

“Five letters, Sophie. There are still five letters. Nonna wrote: don’t sell before the last one.”

“五封信，苏菲。还有五封信。诺娜写过：读完最后一封信前不要卖。”

Sophie: Tom. They are letters from an old woman. This is two and a half million euros.

苏菲： 汤姆。那只是一个老太太写的信。这里可是两百五十万欧元。

She closes her lipstick with a little click.

她合上口红，发出一声轻轻的咔嗒声。

I make two coffees and look for Elena. She is in Nonna’s little office, on the floor, between cardboard boxes.

我煮了两杯咖啡，然后去找埃莱娜。她坐在诺娜的小办公室的地板上，周围都是纸箱。

Elena: I’m packing the office. For Marco’s people. The last guests leave on Sunday.

埃莱娜： 我在收拾办公室。给马可的人用。最后的客人星期天离开。

“Elena, I haven’t signed yet.”

“埃莱娜，我还没有签字。”

Elena: But you will. At eleven.

埃莱娜： 但是你会签的。十一点。

She takes the coffee. She doesn’t look at me. On the top box lies an old photo of the lake, face down.

她接过咖啡。她不看我。最上面的纸箱上放着一张湖的老照片，正面朝下。