The Last Night

Priya stood aside without a word, and Jess came up the stairs, dripping. She took off her wet coat and looked round the little kitchen: at the notebook full of names, the empty bowl with Daniel’s spoon in it, the two women who had obviously been sitting up talking for hours. Then she looked at Ana. It was not a friendly look. But it was not a cold one either. It was the look of someone who had decided to put something aside for later.

最后一晚

“Tell me,” she said. “Everything you’re planning. And don’t tell me to ask somebody else.”

Priya一言不发地让到一旁，Jess浑身滴着水走上楼来。她脱下湿漉漉的外套，环视着这个小厨房：写满名字的笔记本、放着Daniel勺子的空碗，还有显然已经坐着谈了几个小时的两个女人。然后她看着Ana。那不是友善的目光，但也不冷淡。那是一个决定把事情先搁置一下的人的眼神。

So they told her, in the open, as Ana had promised. The planning committee in three weeks. The objections that residents could send. Daniel’s community shares, and Priya’s list of families. Jess listened carefully, with her elbows on the table, and asked sharp, practical questions. How much would the bakery be worth as a bakery? Who would run it? What happened to her grandfather’s debt?

“告诉我吧，”她说，“你们计划的一切。别叫我去问别人。”