Two Bakers

Michael told her at a quarter to three that night, standing at the old table with his sleeves pushed up and his hands in the first dough, as though it were something he had read in the paper. His father had spelled a word on a board. The word was tell, and he had pointed to the name of the town, and he had looked at Michael in a way that Michael remembered from the age of seven, when he had been caught feeding a whole tray of rolls to the ducks.

两位面包师

“He wants the whole town to know,” Ana said slowly.

那天夜里两点四十五分，迈克尔卷着袖子，双手揉着第一团面团，站在那张旧桌子旁，像是在随口转述自己在报纸上读到的东西一样告诉了她。他的父亲在一块板上拼出了一个词。那个词是tell，他指着镇子的名字，看着迈克尔的眼神，让迈克尔想起了自己七岁那年，被当场抓到拿整整一盘小圆面包去喂鸭子时的情景。

“He wants the whole town to know.” Michael pushed the heel of his hand into the dough, turned it, pushed again. He did not look up. “The man can’t ask for a glass of water without a laminated card, and he wants to stand up in front of Hollin Bridge and confess. Fifteen years he couldn’t say it with a perfectly good mouth, and now, when he can’t say anything, he decides.”

“他想让全镇人都知道。”安娜缓缓说道。