Packing

All the way along the river, Ana tried to put Helen’s words in order, the way she put loaves on a tray. Half the bakery belonged to Michael. The sale needed his signature. Walter was going to Leeds on Friday. And Michael, who had just been told by his own father to stay away, probably had no idea that the whole future of Bridge Street was waiting for him to pick up a pen. She walked faster.

一路上沿着河走，安娜努力把海伦的话理清楚，就像平时把面包摆在托盘上那样。面包店有一半属于迈克尔。出售需要他的签名。沃尔特周五要去利兹。而刚刚被亲生父亲叫离开的迈克尔，可能根本不知道布里奇街的未来全在等他拿起笔。她走得更快了。

By the time she reached the canal, Ana was out of breath and the light was already going. The ducks were settling for the night under the old bridge. On one of the boats somebody was frying onions, and the smell drifted along the water. Everything looked exactly as it always did, which seemed unfair.

走到运河边时，安娜已经喘不过气来，天色也渐渐暗了。野鸭子正在老桥下安歇过夜。其中一条船上有人在炒洋葱，香味顺着水面飘过来。一切看起来都和往常一模一样，这显得有些不公平。

The Second Chance did not look as it always did. Its side doors were open, and there were cardboard boxes on the path next to it, some taped shut, some still empty. The little stove was out. The hatch over the engine at the back had been lifted, and Michael was kneeling beside it with a torch and an oily cloth, his sleeves pushed up to the elbows.

“第二次机会号”看起来和平时不一样了。它的侧门开着，旁边的路上放着纸箱，有的用胶带封好了，有的还是空的。小炉子熄了。船尾发动机上的盖子被掀开了，迈克尔跪在旁边，手里拿着手电筒和一块油布，袖子挽到了手肘。