7 Simon’s Search

CHAPTER SEVEN SIMON'S SEARCH 15° F ROSIE WAS BUSY with the Math Fair all day Saturday. Simon had basketball practice at noon on Sunday. So we didn't meet up until Sunday afternoon. By that time, it wasn't slushy on the sidewalk anymore—it was icy. We met Simon at his garage to get started. We checked the thermometer outside the door before going in. "It's fifteen degrees," I said.

第七章西蒙的搜寻罗茜星期六整天忙于数学竞赛。 西蒙星期天中午练篮球。 所以我们直到周日下午才见面。 到那时，人行道上已经不再是烂泥了，而是结冰了。 我们在西蒙的车库见了面，开始了我们的旅程。 我们进去之前检查了门外的温度计。 “摄氏十五度，”我说。

Simon yelled, "It's going to be even colder tomorrow!" He had to yell because he was inside his mom's car. We could see him through the windshield. All the car doors were open. "Why are you in there?" Rosie called. "I'm trying to go to the big monster truck show in Chicago with my dad!" Simon called back and then scrunched down out of sight. "Remember? For his birthday." This explanation made, umm, no sense to Rosie and me. We hurried into the garage and looked inside the

西蒙喊道：“明天会更冷！”他必须大喊大叫，因为他在他妈妈的车里。 我们可以透过挡风玻璃看到他。 所有的车门都开着。 “你怎么在里面？”罗西。 “我想和爸爸一起去芝加哥看大型怪兽卡车表演！”西蒙回了一声，然后蜷缩着走了。 “还记得吗?他的生日礼物。” 这个解释对罗西和我来说毫无意义。 我们匆匆走进车库，往里面看了看

car. Simon was in the back seat. Both of his arms were shoved elbow-deep into the back-seat cushion. "Simon, what are you doing?" Rosie asked. She tried not to laugh. "The monster truck show," Simon said and grunted, pushing his arms even deeper. "For Dad." "How is shoving your arms into the back seat of your mom's car going to get you to a monster truck show in Chicago?" Rosie asked. "The tickets are expensive," Simon explained, still pushing and grunting. "And Dad's birthday is in two weeks."

的车。西蒙坐在后座上。 他的两只胳膊都被塞进了后座的坐垫里。 “西蒙，你在干什么？”罗西问道。 她强忍着不笑。“怪物卡车表演。”西蒙嘟囔着，把胳膊伸得更深。 “爸爸。”“把你的胳膊塞进你妈妈的车后座怎么能让你去芝加哥看怪兽卡车表演？”罗西问道。 “票很贵，”西蒙解释说，仍然在推着，嘟囔着。 “还有两个星期就是爸爸的生日了。”

"But Simon, why are you—?" Rosie said and mimicked him, pushing her arms forward in the air and grunting. "I need money to buy the tickets," he answered. "They're twenty-five dollars apiece. I need to get fifty dollars." "In your mom's car?" I asked. "Sometimes you can find money in here," Simon explained. He squeezed his eyes shut and searched with his fingers. "Coins fall out of people's pockets and go down into the seats."

“可是西蒙，你为什么——？”罗茜说着，模仿着他的样子，在空中向前伸出双臂，哼了一声。 “我需要钱买票，”他回答。 “25美元一个。 我需要50美元。” “在你妈妈的车里？”我问。 “有时候你可以在这里找到钱，”西蒙解释说。 他紧紧闭上眼睛，用手指摸索着。 “硬币从人们的口袋里掉出来，掉进了座位里。”

"Simon," Rosie said. "To find fifty dollars in coins, you'd have to—" Simon interrupted Rosie. "Aha!" he yelled and yanked his hands out. He held up a quarter for Rosie and me to see. "Jackpot!" "Only forty-nine dollars and seventy-five cents to go," Rosie said. "Not that much," Simon replied as he climbed

“西蒙，”罗茜说。“要找到50美元的硬币，你必须——”西蒙打断罗茜的话。 “啊哈！”他大叫一声，猛地伸出双手。 他拿出一枚25美分的硬币给我和罗茜看。 “大奖!”“还差49美元75美分，”罗茜说。 “没那么多，”西蒙边爬边回答

awkwardly out of the car. He pulled some more coins from his pocket. "I found some in the front seat too. And in the cushions of the living room couch! And in my jeans on Friday." We couldn't tell exactly how much money Simon had, but we knew it wasn't anywhere near fifty dollars. Right then a freezing gust of air blew in through the garage door. Simon rushed to close it. That bitter- cold air blast reminded us why we were there. "Okay," Rosie said and rubbed her hands together. "We better get started."

尴尬地下了车。他又从口袋里掏出一些硬币。 “我在前座也发现了一些。 还有客厅沙发的靠垫！星期五穿着我的牛仔裤。” 我们不能确切地说出西蒙有多少钱，但我们知道离50美元远得多。 就在这时，一股冰冷的风从车库门吹了进来。 西蒙冲过去把门关上。那股刺骨的冷空气提醒了我们来这里的目的。 “好吧，”罗茜说着搓了搓双手。 “我们最好开始吧。”