Priya’s Part

Ana did not go back to Daniel’s flat that night. She walked straight from the canal to Bridge Street and rang the bell of the small flat above Shah’s. It was nearly ten. Priya opened the door in her dressing gown, with a cup of tea in one hand and the television talking loudly behind her.

那天晚上，安娜没有回丹尼尔的公寓。她径直从运河走到桥街，按响了沙阿家楼上那套小公寓的门铃。当时快十点了。普里娅穿着睡袍开门，一手端着茶，身后的电视声音很大。

One look at Ana’s face was enough. Priya turned off the television without asking anything and put the kettle on again. Her flat was small and warm and full of photographs: weddings, babies, a young Priya in a yellow sari standing in front of the shop on its first day, thirty years ago, with a very proud man beside her.

只要看一眼安娜的脸就足够了。普里娅什么也没问就关掉了电视，又把水壶烧上。她的公寓狭小而温暖，摆满了照片：婚礼、婴儿，还有三十年前第一天开店时穿着黄色纱丽站在店门前的年轻普里娅，身边站着一个非常自豪的男人。

Ana told her about Helen’s visit to the boat, about the envelope and the number with all its zeros, and about Michael’s decision. When she said the words for Jess, Priya put her cup down on the table so carefully that it did not make a sound.

安娜把海伦去船上的事、信封和那一串零的数字，还有迈克尔的决定都告诉了她。当安娜说到“为了杰丝”这几个字时，普里娅小心地把茶杯放在桌上，一点声音也没发出来。