13 The Runny Sausage

The Runny Sausage Ebenezer did not have a good night's sleep, because his attempts at slumber were constantly interrupted. No matter where he put the memory book, whether under the tombs in the Egyptian mummy suite or locked in the exotic tea pantry, it always found a way back to his bedroom. The book didn't do anything to hurt Ebenezer, but it didn't do anything to put him at rest, either. It insisted on reminding him of

埃比尼泽晚上睡得不好，因为他想睡觉的努力总是被打断。 无论他把这本记忆书放在哪里，无论是在埃及木乃伊套房的坟墓下，还是锁在异国情调的茶水间里，它总能找到回到他卧室的路。 这本书并没有伤害埃比尼泽，但也没有让他安息。 它坚持要提醒他

the beast—showing edited highlights of their time together and reminding him of all the gifts that had been vomited out over the centuries. The more the book tried to rewrite the past, the more Ebenezer relived the horrors of his real life with the beast. Eventually, Ebenezer could take it no more. He went downstairs but found that he wasn't the only one up at an early hour. Bethany was hard at work preparing for the apology party, and she had already moved on to the sandwich section of proceedings. It seemed that every ingredient in the house was out on display; jars of pickled turnips lurked ominously next to overripe avocados, and there was a mixing pot on the go, which contained a foul-smelling mixture of plum jam, mayonnaise, ketchup, treacle, brown

展示野兽的视频剪辑了他们在一起的时光，并提醒他几个世纪以来被吐出来的所有礼物。 这本书越想改写过去，埃比尼泽就越能体会到与野兽在一起的真实生活的恐怖。 最终，埃比尼泽再也无法忍受了。 他下了楼，但发现早起的不止他一个人。 贝瑟尼正在努力为道歉派对做准备，她已经进入了三明治部分的程序。 屋子里的每一种原料似乎都摆出来了；在熟透的牛油果旁边，藏着几罐腌芜菁，这是一种不祥的预兆。还有一个搅拌锅在忙碌着，里面有一种难闻的混合物，有李子酱、蛋黄酱、番茄酱、糖浆和棕色的

sauce, and honey. Ebenezer dreaded to think what sort of sandwich abominations would be made by the end of the day. "How's it going?" he asked. "Awesomely. I'm making fourteen different types of sandwiches, all the fizzy drinks are in the fridge, and I've got everything I need to set the table," said Bethany. "Everyone's gonna let us do so much do-gooding by the end of this party, it'll be flipping ridiculous." "Us?" asked Ebenezer, groaning inwardly. "Heck yeah," said Bethany. "Don't think I'm letting you wriggle out of it. I know you didn't go to the retirement home yesterday—your car was in the exact same place." "As a matter of fact, the retirement home came to me," said Ebenezer, terribly pleased with himself. He was significantly less

酱汁和蜂蜜。埃比尼泽不敢去想一天下来会做出什么样的令人讨厌的三明治。 “怎么样？”他问。 ”赫然。我要做14种不同的三明治，所有的碳酸饮料都在冰箱里，摆桌子需要的东西我都准备好了。” “每个人都会让我们在派对结束前做很多善事，那就太荒谬了” “我们？”埃比尼泽问，心里呻吟着。 “当然，”宝芬妮说。 “别以为我会让你逃避。 我知道你昨天没有去养老院——你的车还在同一个地方。” “事实上，是养老院来找我的，”埃比尼泽说，他对自己非常满意。 他明显少了

pleased with himself when he saw the confused scowl on Bethany's face. "I mean… an older gentleman came round. Mr. Clinke was his name—a frail yet fierce sort of fellow. I invited him in, let him criticize the house a bit, gave him a teapot—that sort of thing." Bethany stopped stirring her pot of menace. She looked up at Ebenezer with a strange expression on her face. "You actually did some do-gooding? You listened to me?" she asked. Ebenezer realized that the expression on her face was one of pride. He didn't know what to do with this, because no one had ever been proud of him before. "Well… um, you know," he said, shuffling awkwardly. "Thought I'd give it a go."

当他看到宝芬妮脸上困惑的怒容时，他很得意。 “我是说……一位老先生过来了。 他的名字是克林克先生——一个体弱多病却脾气暴躁的家伙。 我邀请他进来，让他评论一下房子，给他一个茶壶——诸如此类的事情。” 宝芬妮停止了搅动她的威胁锅。 她抬头看着埃比尼泽，脸上带着一种奇怪的表情。 “你真的做了些好事？” 你听我的话了？”她问。 埃比尼泽意识到她脸上的表情是一种骄傲。 他不知道该怎么办，因为以前从来没有人为他感到骄傲。 “嗯……嗯，你知道的。”他说，笨拙地拖着脚。 “我想试一试。”

Bethany resumed stirring. The look of pride quickly gave way to her usual scowl. "Good start, but now you've gotta take it up to the next level. You need to go to the retirement home today—go and give your company to some other oldies as well," she said. Ebenezer pulled a face. He rather thought that giving an old man a teapot would cover his do-gooding quota for the year. "Hold on a mo. This isn't his, is it?" asked Bethany. She fished her pockets and produced an earwax-covered hearing aid. "I found it on the stairs." "Oh yes, that's Clinke's all right," said Ebenezer, taking it from her. "Mind if I have the earwax? It smells a bit cheesy, so I thought I could use it in my

宝芬妮又动了起来。骄傲的表情很快被她平时的怒容所取代。 “很好的开始，但现在你要把它提升到一个新的水平。 你今天就得去养老院，把你的陪伴也送给其他老人。” 埃比尼泽做了个鬼脸。他以为给一个老人一个茶壶就够他一年的行善额度了。 “等一下，这不是他的，对吗？”宝芬妮问。 她从口袋里摸出一个耳垢覆盖的助听器。 “我在楼梯上找到的。” “哦，是的，这是克林克的，”埃比尼泽说，从她手里接过它。 “介意我有耳垢吗？” 闻起来有点俗气，所以我想我可以用它

mozzarella-and-marzipan recipe," said Bethany. She scooped off the wax and rubbed it into some nearby slices of bread before Ebenezer could stop her. "It'll add a flavor the guests are just gonna love. I can't wait to see their faces." "Indeed, I imagine they will be pulling all manner of interesting expressions," said Ebenezer. "Who is coming to enjoy these very special sandwiches, by the way?" "Oops. Good point," said Bethany. Even though she had spent most of the night preparing the invitations, Bethany hadn't sent them out yet—and she was planning for the party to kick off in the early afternoon, so she'd still have plenty of energy left for her first shift at Miss Muddle's in the evening.

马苏里拉奶酪和杏仁糖的配方，”贝瑟妮说。 她舀掉蜡，在埃比尼泽阻止她之前，把它擦在附近的面包片上。 “这样会增加一种味道，客人们一定会喜欢的。 我迫不及待地想看看他们的脸。” 埃比尼泽说：“事实上，我想他们会拿出各种有趣的表情。” “顺便问一下，谁会来享用这些特别的三明治呢？”“哦。 说得好，”宝芬妮说。 尽管宝芬妮花了大半个晚上准备请柬，但她还没有把请柬发出去——她正计划着晚会在下午早些时候开始，这样她就有足够的精力晚上在马德尔小姐家第一次值班。