1 I Can’t Feel My Feet

CHAPTER ONE, I CAN'T FEEL MY FEET twentyeight degrees Fahrenheit. IT WAS FRIDAY. It was cold. Super cold. The sidewalk was covered in cold, gray slush as Rosie, Simon, and I walked to school. It had snowed the past couple of days and now it was all melty and clumpy. There were 412 sidewalk squares from the end of my driveway to the front door of school.

第一章，我的脚在华氏二十八度时失去知觉。 那是星期五。天气很冷。 超级冷。当罗西、西蒙和我走向学校时，人行道上覆盖着一层冰冷的灰色雪泥。 前两天一直下着雪，现在到处都是融化的积雪。 从我家车道尽头到学校前门，一共有412个人行道广场。

I had counted them, like, a million times. I couldn't count them that morning though, because of the slush. It was fine. I already knew there were 412. And it was an even number—I like things that are even numbers. So instead of counting the sidewalk squares as we walked and talked, I stayed busy being cold. "It's cold," I said. "It's freezing," Simon confirmed and shivered his shoulders. "I checked the thermometer on our garage. It said twenty-eight degrees. And Mom said it's going to get even colder the next few days. The high on Monday is supposed to be thirteen degrees."

我都数了一百万遍了。 但那天早上我没能数清，因为雪太多了。 很好。我已经知道有412个了。 而且是个偶数——我喜欢偶数的东西。 所以，我们边走边聊，我没有数人行道上有多少方块，而是忙着受冻。 “好冷，”我说。“太冷了。”西蒙肯定地说着，抖了抖肩膀。 “我检查了车库的温度计。 上面写着28度。 妈妈说接下来的几天会更冷。 星期一的最高气温应该是13度。”

"Thirteen will be the high temperature?!" I asked. Simon nodded. His nose and cheeks were already bright pink and we weren't even halfway to school yet. "What's the low going to be?" Rosie asked. "You don't want to know," Simon said, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. He found a dime, pulled it out, and looked at it for a second. He seemed really excited about it for some reason. Then he pushed his hands back into his pockets to get warm. "You can tell us," Rosie said. "How cold?" "Eight degrees." "Maybe it will snow more," I said hopefully. "Maybe we'll have a snow day and not have to walk to school when it's freezing." "I thought of that too, Molly," Simon told me. We could see the school in the distance now. "But Mom said there wasn't any snow in the forecast. Just cold.

“十三会是最高温度吗？！”我问。 西蒙点点头。他的鼻子和脸颊已经是亮粉红色了，而我们甚至还没到上学的一半。 “低点会是多少？”罗西问道。 “你不会想知道的，”西蒙说，双手深深插进口袋。 他找到一枚一角硬币，把它拿出来，看了一会儿。 不知道为什么，他看起来很兴奋。 然后他把手伸进口袋里取暖。 “你可以告诉我们，”罗茜说。 “多冷?”“八度。” “也许还会下更多的雪，”我满怀希望地说。 “也许我们会有一个下雪天，这样就不用在寒冷的天气里走路上学了。” “我也想到了，莫莉，”西蒙告诉我。 现在我们可以看到远处的学校了。 “但是妈妈说天气预报说不会下雪。 只是冷。

Then colder. Then on Monday, coldest." Rosie groaned and pulled her knitted hat down over her ears. Her hat had one of those fuzzy balls on top that jiggled as she pulled it down. She said, "I can't feel my feet." "Me neither," Simon agreed. We quickened our pace. By the time we got to school, we were practically running. It wasn't a fun kind of running. It was more like a we-don't-want-to- be-outside-one-more-second kind of running.

那么冷。然后是星期一，最冷。” 罗茜呻吟着，把她的针织帽拉下来盖住耳朵。 她的帽子上面有一个毛茸茸的球，当她把它拉下来的时候，球就会抖动。 她说：“我的脚没知觉了。” “我也是，”西蒙同意了。 我们加快了脚步。到学校的时候，我们几乎是在跑步。 这不是一种有趣的跑步。 这更像是一种我们不想再在外面多待一秒钟的奔跑。