2 We Have to Move

CHAPTER TWO WE HAVE TO MOVE I HUSTLED HOME and went into the kitchen. My book report was right where I left it on the counter. It was all about the story of Henry Sugar, by Roald Dahl. That is one of my all-time favorite stories. I like how the main character gets his brain to be super focused on things. I put the report in my backpack, zipped it up, and headed to the foot of the stairs. I could hear Mom and Dad talking up there.

第二章我们得搬家了我匆匆赶回家，走进厨房。 我的读书报告还在我放在柜台上的地方。 这本书讲的是罗尔德·达尔写的亨利·休格的故事。 这是我最喜欢的故事之一。 我喜欢主角让他的大脑超级专注于事情的方式。 我把报告放进背包，拉上拉链，朝楼梯脚下走去。 我能听到爸爸妈妈在上面说话。

Well, they weren't quite talking. It was more like yelling. That's because Mom was blow-drying her hair. So they had to yell to hear each other. "I had to come home to get my book report!" I called up the stairs. "I forgot it!" They didn't respond. The blow-dryer and their own yelling was too loud for them to hear me. So I decided just to hurry back to Rosie and Simon. But when I got to the front door I didn't go outside. That's because I heard Dad yell my name in a sentence. "We're going to need to move all Molly's things," he yelled. I took my hand off the doorknob. "What?" I said and walked back to the staircase. "Move all my things?" "We'll have to move our stuff too," Mom yelled

嗯，他们没怎么说话。 更像是在大喊大叫。那是因为妈妈在吹头发。 所以他们必须大声喊叫才能听到对方的声音。 “我得回家拿读书报告！”我朝楼上喊。 “我忘了！”他们没有回应。 吹风机和他们自己的喊叫声太大了，他们听不见我。 所以我决定赶紧回去找罗西和西蒙。 但当我走到前门时，我没有出去。 那是因为我听到爸爸在一句话里喊我的名字。 “我们得把莫利的东西都搬走。”他喊道。 我把手从门把手上拿开。 “什么?”我说着走回楼梯。 “把我的东西都搬走？”“我们也得把东西搬走，”妈妈喊道

back. The blow-dryer was still going full-blast. I cupped my hand around my ear. "It's got to be done," Dad yelled. "It will be here sooner than we know it." I scrunched up my face and asked myself, "What are they talking about?" "I'll have to leave my job," Mom said loudly. "We'll get by," Dad said back just as loudly. "But it's all going to change. We'll all be in a different place, that's for sure."

回来。吹风机仍在全速运转。 我用手捂住耳朵。 “必须这么做，”爸爸喊道。 “它会在我们意识不到的时候到来。” 我皱起了脸，问自己：“他们在说什么？”“我得辞职了，”妈妈大声说。 “我们会过去的。”爸爸同样大声地回答。 “但一切都会改变。 我们都会在一个不同的地方，这是肯定的。”

"Leave her job?" I whispered and backed away from the stairs toward the front door. I opened it slowly and quietly, even though I knew there was no way they could hear me. "Different place?" I heard one last bit of their conversation. "How do you think Molly's going to react when we tell her?" Mom called over the blow-dryer. "I don't know," Dad called back. Then a few seconds later, he said, "We have to move." Oh. No. I didn't want to move. No way. No possible way. I squeezed the door shut—and ran back to Rosie and Simon. They waved at me from sidewalk square seventy-two. I'd have to move away from my two best friends in the whole world.

“辞去她的工作？”我低声说着，从楼梯上退向前门。 我慢慢地、悄悄地打开门，尽管我知道他们不可能听到我说话。 “不同的地方吗?”我最后听到了他们的谈话。 “你觉得如果我们告诉莫莉，她会有什么反应？”妈妈把吹风机叫过来。 “我不知道，”爸爸回道。 几秒钟后，他说：“我们得走了。” 哦。否。我不想搬家。 不可能。不可能。我用力把门关上，跑回罗茜和西蒙身边。 他们从72号人行道广场向我招手。 我就得离开我这世上最好的两个朋友。