Mick

Mick

Mick

The man was about forty-five. He had a short grey beard and dark hair with a lot of grey in it. His eyes were grey-blue and very tired. He looked at Ana for a long moment, and he didn’t smile.

那个男人大概四十五岁。他留着灰白色的短胡子，黑头发里有很多白发。他的眼睛是灰蓝色的，看起来很累。他看着Ana看了很久，没有笑。

“You’re the one from the window,” he said at last.

“你就是窗子前面的那个人，”他最后说。

“Yes,” Ana said. Her voice was not as strong as she wanted. “And you’re the one from the back step.”

“是的，”Ana说。她的声音没有她想的那么大。“你就是后门台阶上的那个人。”

He climbed down from the roof slowly, onto the path. He was tall and thin. His blue jumper was old, with a hole in one arm.

他慢慢从船顶爬下来，走到小路上。他又高又瘦。他的蓝色毛衣很旧，一只袖子上有个洞。

“You ran after me,” he said. “In the night, in the rain, in a jumper. That was very brave. Or very silly. I’m not sure.”

“你在后面追我，”他说。“在夜里，在雨里，只穿着一件毛衣。那很勇敢。或者很傻。我说不准。”

“Silly,” Ana said. “I was very wet the next day.”

“很傻，”Ana说。“第二天我的身上很湿。”

For a second, something moved in his face. It was almost a smile, but not quite. “I’m Mick,” he said.

有一秒钟，他的脸上动了一下。那差不多是一个笑，但又不完全是。“我是Mick，”他说。

“Mick,” Ana said. “And where are you from, Mick?”

“Mick，”Ana说。“Mick，你是哪里人？”

“Manchester. I came here two months ago, for work. I work nights at the supermarket warehouse, at the edge of town. I start at four in the morning.” He looked at the canal. “The river path is the fastest way there.”

“Manchester人。我两个月前来的这里，为了工作。我在镇边上的超市仓库做夜班。我早上四点钟开始上班。”他看着运河。“走河边的小路去那里最快。”

“And on the way, you take the bread.”

“你在路上拿走了面包。”

“Yes. I take the bread.” He didn’t look sorry. “The first week, I saw a bag on a step. Every night. In the morning, it was always still there. Good bread, going in the bin. And I was hungry. Is that a crime?”

“是的。我拿了面包。”他看起来没有不好意思。“第一周，我看到台阶上有一个袋子。每天夜里都有。到了早上，它总是在那里。好面包，最后扔进了垃圾桶。我很饿。这是犯法吗？”

“How do you know it was always still there in the morning?”

“你怎么知道早上它总是在那里？”

He looked at her. “I walk home that way too. At six.”

他看着她。“我走那条路回家。在六点钟。”