三十

三十

Thirty

星期一下午三点半,车场有一月的新时间表。我看了。12路。9路。24路。

On Monday at half past three there are new timetables at the depot, for January. I read them. Line 12. Line 9. Line 24.

24路:车站的最后一班车是五点。

Line 24: the last bus from the station is at five o’clock.

五点?我又看了一次。五点以后什么都没有。没有晚上的车。没有九点十五分。

Five o’clock? I read it again. After five there is nothing. No evening bus. No 9:15.

我去Hale先生的办公室。Hale先生管车场。

I go to Mr Hale’s office. Mr Hale runs the depot.

“Hale先生。一月的时间表。24路五点就停了。这是错的。”

“Mr Hale. The January timetable. Line 24 stops at five. That’s wrong.”

他看着他的桌子。“不是错的,Rosa。”

He looks at his desk. “It isn’t wrong, Rosa.”

“您知道?”

“You know?”

“一个星期了。是城里的交通局。从一月一号起,24路晚上没有车。数字不好。”他给我一封信。“你去9路。白天。早上五点。”

“For a week. It’s the transport office in the city. From the first of January, no evening bus on Line 24. The numbers are bad.” He gives me a letter. “You go to Line 9. Days. Five in the morning.”

我很生气。我非常生气。晚上的24路是我的车。两年了!然后我知道我为什么这么生气。没有晚上的车。没有九点十五分。

I am angry. I am very angry. The evening 24 is my bus. Two years now! Then I know why I am so angry. No evening bus. No 9:15.

星期二早上我去城里。交通局在河边。

On Tuesday morning I go to the city. The transport office is next to the river.

“请问,公共汽车的办公室在哪里?”我在门口问。

“Where is the office for the buses, please?” I ask at the door.

“上楼。十二号房间。在左边。”

“Up the stairs. Room twelve. On the left.”

十二号房间里有一个短白头发的女人。她有很多纸。她叫Lund太太。她不笑,可是她听。

In room twelve there is a woman with short white hair. She has a lot of paper. Her name is Mrs Lund. She doesn’t smile, but she listens.