The Winter Fair

For three long seconds nobody moved. The loaf in Michael’s hands was so hot that Ana could see the steam rising from it. Jess’s glass was still empty. Then Ana heard her own voice, bright and quick, as if somebody else was using it.

足足有三秒钟，谁都没有动。Michael手里的那块大面包很烫，Ana甚至能看见热气冒出来。Jess的杯子还是空的。接着，Ana听到了自己的声音，又脆又快，就好像是别人在借她的嘴说话一样。

“Jess! You’re up early. You remember Mick? From the station?” She wiped her hands on her apron. “He’s a baker. A real one, from Manchester. I asked him to help with the order for the winter fair. Three hundred rolls, Jess. I couldn’t do it alone.”

“Jess！你起得真早。你还记得Mick吗？火车站见过的那个？”她把双手在围裙上擦了擦。“他是个面包师傅。从曼彻斯特来的，真正的手艺人。我请他来帮忙做冬季市集的订单。三百个小面包呢，Jess。我一个人根本做不完。”

Jess looked from Ana to Michael and back again. “I thought you worked in a warehouse,” she said to him.

Jess看看Ana，又看看Michael。“我以为你在仓库上班，”她对他说。