3 Rosie Figures It Out

CHAPTER THREE ROSIN FIGURES IT OUT WHEN WE GOT to Simon's house, he was sitting in his garage. Simon was criss-cross applesauce on the hood of his mom's blue Toyota Camry. He did not look happy. "So?" Rosie asked. "What happened?" "Principal Shelton called my parents," Simon said. "She said my mouth gets me into too much trouble at school."

当我们到达西蒙家时，他正坐在车库里。 西蒙在他妈妈那辆蓝色丰田凯美瑞的引擎盖上是一种纵横交错的苹果酱。 他看上去并不高兴。“所以?”罗西问道。 “发生什么事了?”“谢尔顿校长打电话给我父母，”西蒙说。 “她说我的嘴在学校给我带来了太多麻烦。”

"It does," Rosie said and laughed a little. "I mean, when you get talking like that, there's no stopping you." "I know, right?" Simon admitted. "I wish I could stop. It's just once my mouth gets going, then my brain starts going too. And it's like they both work together super fast. And I can't stop until I get everything out." "I get that," I said. And I really did. I know what it's like to be totally concentrated on something. It was like that time I had to—I just had to—know how many Skittles were in that jar on Principal Shelton's desk. "What did your parents say?"

“是的，”罗茜说着笑了笑。 “我的意思是，当你那样说话的时候，没有什么能阻止你。” “我知道，对吧？”西蒙承认。 “我希望我能停下来。只是一旦我的嘴动起来，我的脑子也会动起来。 它们一起工作的速度非常快。 我不能停下来，直到我把所有的东西都弄出来。” “我明白，”我说。我真的做到了。 我知道完全专注于某件事是什么感觉。 就像那次我必须，我必须知道谢尔顿校长桌上的罐子里有多少彩虹糖。 “你父母怎么说？”

"She only talked to my mom," Simon explained as he slid off the hood of the car. He brushed off his pants. The car was dirty. "Dad's out of town. He had to go to Cincinnati for work."

“她只和我妈妈说话，”西蒙一边解释一边从引擎盖上滑下来。 他把裤子刷掉。汽车很脏。 “爸爸出城了。他得去辛辛那提工作。”

"What did your mom say?" Rosie asked. "She wasn't too upset. But she said I have to tell Dad right when he gets home," Simon answered. "Like the moment he gets out of the car." "When does he get home?" Rosie asked. "Today." "Today?" I asked. "Today," Simon confirmed, shaking his head. I could tell he thought he would get punished— like super punished. He kicked a deflated soccer ball into the garage. The garage was full of stuff and totally messy. "I think he's going to be pretty mad," Simon said.

“你妈妈说了什么？”罗西问道。 “她并没有太难过。但是她说我必须在爸爸回家的时候告诉他，”西蒙回答。 “比如他从车里出来的那一刻。” “他什么时候回家？”罗西问道。 “今天。”“今天?”我问。 “今天，”西蒙摇着头确认道。 我看得出来，他认为自己会受到惩罚——非常严厉的惩罚。 他把一个放了气的足球踢进了车库。 车库里堆满了东西，一团糟。 “我觉得他会很生气的，”西蒙说。

"It will be okay," I said. I wanted to make him feel better. "I don't think so," Simon said. "Dad had to work on the weekend. He has to drive all the way here from Cincinnati—on a Saturday. He's going to be tired and grumpy when he gets out of the car. And I'll be right there to tell him I got into trouble at school." It was bad. All three of us knew it. But then Rosie started to twirl her hair around her left index finger. She was thinking. Simon noticed too.

“会没事的，”我说。 我想让他感觉好点。 “我不这么认为，”西蒙说。 “爸爸周末还得工作。 他得在周六从辛辛那提一路开车过来。 他下车的时候肯定又累又暴躁。 我马上就去告诉他我在学校遇到了麻烦。” 这很糟糕。我们三个都知道。 但接着罗茜开始把头发绕在左手食指上。 她在想。西蒙也注意到了。

"You have to tell your dad as soon as he gets out of the car, right?" Rosie asked Simon. She wasn't looking at him. She was looking in the garage as she twirled her hair. "Yeah," Simon answered slowly. "And he's going to be in a bad mood?" "Probably."

“你爸爸一下车你就得告诉他，对吧？”罗茜问西蒙。 她没有看他。 她一边捻着头发一边往车库里看。 “是的，”西蒙慢慢地回答。 “他会心情不好吗？”“可能”。