Three Hundred Rolls

On Friday night the town was very quiet. It was cold, and a thin rain was falling on the river. At a quarter to twelve Ana went down to the kitchen in her socks, carrying her trainers in her hand. She turned on only the small light over the table. Then she listened. Upstairs, behind Walter’s door, she could hear him snoring slowly and deeply.

星期五晚上，镇上非常安静。天气很冷，细雨落在河面上。差一刻十二点的时候，安娜穿着袜子走下楼来到厨房，手里拿着运动鞋。她只开了桌子上方的小灯。然后她仔细听了听。楼上沃尔特的门后，传来了他缓慢而深沉的呼噜声。

She had prepared everything she could. The flour was ready in its big bags, and the trays were clean and stacked by the oven. She had written the plan on a piece of paper and stuck it to the fridge, next to the hospital letter. Rolls, then loaves, then the normal bread for the shop. Ana had read it so many times that she could see it with her eyes closed.

能准备的东西，她全都准备好了。面粉已经在大袋子里装好备齐，烤盘也洗得干干净净，整齐地叠在烤箱旁。她把计划写在了一张纸上，贴在冰箱上，就在那封医院来信的旁边。先烤小圆面包，再烤大面包，最后烤店里平时卖的面包。安娜已经把计划读过很多遍，闭着眼睛都能看见。

At exactly midnight there was a very soft knock on the back door. Crumb lifted his head. Ana opened the door, and Michael was standing on the step in his long coat, with rain on his hat and a small bag in his hand. For a second neither of them said anything.

正好午夜十二点的时候，后门传来了非常轻的敲门声。克兰姆抬起了头。安娜打开门，迈克尔穿着长外套站在台阶上，帽子上落着雨水，手里提着一个小包。有那么一瞬间，两个人谁都没有说话。