Chapter 1

The Lemonade Crime Jacqueline Davies,

柠檬水之罪杰奎琳·戴维斯，

Chapter 1 Fraud fraud (fr.d), n. The crime of deceiving someone for personal or financial gain; a person who pretends to be something that he or she is not. "No fair!" said Jessie. She pointed to the four chocolate chip cookies that her brother, Evan, was stuffing into a Ziploc bag. They were standing in the kitchen, just about ready to go to school—the fourth day of fourth grade for both of them, now that they were in the same class. "Fine," said Evan, taking out one cookie and putting it back in the cookie jar. "Three for you. Three for me. Happy?" "It's not about being happy," said Jessie. "It's

第一章欺诈欺诈（第1章）； 为个人或经济利益欺骗他人的犯罪；装模作样的人假装成别人的人。 “不公平！”杰西说。她指了指弟弟埃文（Evan）正在往一个密封塑料袋里塞的四块巧克力曲奇。 他们站在厨房里，正准备去上学——这是他们俩上四年级的第四天，因为他们在同一个班。 “很好，”埃文说着，拿出一块饼干，放回饼干罐里。 “给你三个。给我三个。 开心呢?”“这不是关于快乐，”杰西说。 “这是

about being fair." "Whatever. I'm outta here." Evan slung his backpack over his shoulder, then disappeared down the stairs that led to the garage. Jessie walked to the front-room window and watched as her brother pedaled down the street on his bike. She still didn't have her bike license, so she wasn't allowed to ride to school without a parent riding along. That was just one of the bad things about skipping third grade and being the youngest kid in the fourth-grade class. Everyone else in her class could ride to school, but she still had to walk. Jessie went to the refrigerator and crossed off another day on the lunch calendar. Today's lunch was Chicken Patty on a Bun. Not her favorite, but okay. With her finger, she tapped each remaining day of the week and read out loud the main dish: Deli-Style Hot Dog (barf); Baked Chicken Nuggets with Dipping Sauce; Soft-Shell Tacos; and, on Friday, her favorite: Cinnamon-Glazed French Toast Sticks.

关于公平。”“不管。 我要走了。”埃文把背包扛在肩上，然后消失在通往车库的楼梯上。 杰西走到前厅的窗口，看着她哥哥骑着自行车沿街而行。 她仍然没有自行车执照，所以如果没有家长陪同，她是不允许骑车上学的。 这只是跳过三年级，成为四年级班里最小的孩子的不好的事情之一。 她班上的其他人都可以骑车上学，但她还是得走路。 杰西走到冰箱前，划掉了午餐日历上的另一天。 今天的午餐是鸡肉饼包。 不是她最喜欢的，不过没关系。 她用手指敲击一周中剩下的每一天，大声读出主菜：熟食热狗（barf）；蘸酱烤鸡块；心慈手软的墨西哥玉米卷;周五，她最喜欢的是肉桂酱法式烤面包条。

Saturday's box was empty, but someone had used a red marker to fill in the box: Saturday Yom Kippur par-tay! Jessie put her hands on her hips. Who had done that? Probably one of Evan's friends. Adam or Paul. Messing up her lunch calendar. Probably Paul! That was just like him. Jessie knew that Yom Kippur was a very serious Jewish holiday. She couldn't remember what it was for, but it was definitely serious. You were not supposed to write the word after Yom Kippur. "Jessie, are you all ready?" asked Mrs. Treski, walking into the kitchen. "Yep," said Jessie. She picked up her backpack, which weighed almost as much as she did, and

星期六的盒子是空的，但有人用红色记号笔在盒子里填了字：星期六赎罪日聚会！杰西把手放在屁股上。 是谁干的？可能是埃文的朋友。 亚当或保罗。打乱了她的午餐日程。 也许保罗!这就是他的风格。 杰西知道赎罪日是一个非常严肃的犹太节日。 她不记得是为了什么，但肯定很严重。 你不该在赎罪日之后写这个词的。 “杰西，你准备好了吗？”特雷斯基太太走进厨房问。 “是的，”杰西说。她拿起她的背包，几乎和她一样重，然后

hefted it onto her shoulders. She had to lean forward slightly at the waist just to keep from falling backwards. "Mom, you don't have to walk me to school anymore. I mean, I'm a fourth-grader, you know?" "I know you are," said Mrs. Treski, looking on the garage stairs for her shoes. "But you're still just eight years old—" "I'll be nine next month!" Mrs. Treski looked at her. "Do you mind so much?" "Can't I just go with Megan?" "Isn't Megan always late?" "But I'm always early, so we'll even out." "I suppose that would be okay for tomorrow. But today, let's just walk together. Okay?" "Okay," said Jessie, who actually liked walking to school with her mother, but wondered if the other kids thought she was even more of a weirdo because of it. "But this is the last time." It took them less than ten minutes to get to school.

把它扛在肩上。 她不得不在腰部微微前倾，以免向后摔倒。 “妈妈，你不用再送我去学校了。 我是说，我是一个四年级的学生，你知道吗？”“我知道，”特雷斯基太太说着，在车库的楼梯上找她的鞋子。 “可是你才八岁——”“下个月我就九岁了！”特雷斯基太太看着她。 “你这么介意吗？”“我不能跟梅根一起去吗？”“梅金不是总是迟到吗？”“但我总是早到，所以我们就扯平了。” “我想明天可以。 但是今天，让我们一起走吧。 没事吧?”“好吧，”杰西说，她其实很喜欢和妈妈一起走路上学，但她想知道，其他孩子是否会因此认为她更像个怪人。 “但这是最后一次了。” 他们不到十分钟就到了学校。

Darlene, the crossing guard, held up her gloved hands to stop the traffic and called out, "Okay, you can cross now." Jessie turned to her mother. "Mom, I can walk the rest of the way myself." "Well," said Mrs. Treski, one foot on the curb, one foot in the street. "All right. I'll see you when school gets out. I'll wait for you right here." She stepped back up on the curb, and Jessie knew she was watching her all the way to the playground. I won't turn around and wave, she told herself. Fourth- graders don't do that kind of thing. Evan had explained that to her. Jessie walked onto the playground, looking for Megan. Kids weren't allowed in the school building until the bell rang, so they gathered outside before school, hanging on the monkey bars, sliding down the slide, talking in groups, or organizing a quick game of soccer or basketball—if they were lucky enough to have a teacher who would let them borrow a class ball before school. Jessie scanned the whole

交警达琳（Darlene）举起戴着手套的双手让车辆停下来，并喊道：“好了，你们现在可以过马路了。” 杰西转向她的母亲。 “妈妈，剩下的路我可以自己走。” “嗯，”特雷斯基太太说，一只脚踩在路边，一只脚踩在街上。 “好吧。放学后再见。 我就在这里等你。” 她走回路边，杰西知道她一直在看着她去操场。 我不会转身挥手，她告诉自己。 四年级的学生不会做那种事。 埃文已经向她解释过了。 杰西走到操场上，寻找梅根。 在上课铃响之前，孩子们是不允许进入教学楼的，所以他们在上课前聚集在外面，在单杠上玩，在滑梯上滑，成群交谈，或者组织一场快速的足球或篮球比赛——如果他们足够幸运，有一位老师可以在上课前借给他们一个班级用球的话。 杰西扫视了整个房间