7 And Then I Really Got Punished

CHAPTER 7 And Then I Really Got Punished "Stella Rae, what is it with you and hair today?" Mom asked. Nobody besides me seemed to notice that Mom had made a rhyme: Rae and today. Usually I would say, "Hey, you're a poet and you didn't even know it." But Mom had used my first AND middle names, which meant she was mad, so she wasn't going to be in the mood for a poem. Also Penny was crying.

第七章 然后我真的受罚了 “斯特拉·雷，你今天到底跟头发过不去什么呀？” 妈妈问道。 除了我之外，没人发现妈妈刚好押上了韵：雷和今天。 换作平时，我肯定会说：“嘿，你自己都不知道，你原来是个诗人呀。” 可妈妈这次喊了我的名和中间名，说明她发火了，根本没心情玩诗的玩笑。 更何况，佩妮还在哭呢。

We were back in our house again. Mom had screamed so loud that Penny started crying right there in Maverick's backyard. Maverick's dad heard all the commotion (that's a big word that means a whole lot of noise) so he came outside. Then he got mad at Maverick for painting up the cement in the backyard like that, and he yelled. He said Maverick was going to be punished. Mom said it wasn't Maverick's fault that Penny used her braids like paintbrushes, and we would be punished, too. Penny came back through the hole in the fence, and Mom made all of us—Penny, Willa, and me—go inside with her. She said she was going to wash out Penny's hair and she said I couldn't be out of her sight for the rest of the day. "How come?" I asked.

我们回到自己家了。 妈妈刚才喊得太大声，佩妮当场就在马弗里克的后院哭了起来。 马弗里克的爸爸听到了这边的骚动（这是个大词，意思就是一大片吵吵闹闹的动静），就走了出来。 接着他骂了马弗里克，怪他把后院的水泥地涂成这样，吼了他一顿。 他说马弗里克肯定要受罚。 妈妈说这不怪马弗里克，是佩妮把辫子当画笔用，我们也都要受罚。 佩妮从围栏的破洞钻回来，妈妈带着我们所有人——佩妮、薇拉还有我——跟她一起进了屋。 她说她要洗掉佩妮头发上的颜料，接下来一整天我都不能离开她的视线。 “凭什么呀？” 我问道。

"Because I don't want any more disasters today," Mom said. "But I didn't put paint in my hair," I told her. "Stella's hair isn't long enough," Penny said, sniffling. "But she said my braids looked just like paintbrushes." And that's when Mom said, "Stella Rae, what is it with you and hair today?" "You can wash it out," I said. After all, paint isn't like gum. It doesn't get sticky and make your hair bunch up on the side of your head. "That's not the point, Stella," Mom said. "Hair is not for painting. And this is house paint. It's much thicker and stronger than watercolors, so it's not going to be so easy to get out." "How was I supposed to know that?" I

“因为我今天不想再出任何乱子了，”妈妈说。 “可我头发上根本没沾颜料呀，”我对她说。 “斯特拉的头发不够长呀，”佩妮抽着鼻子说。 “可是她都说我的辫子长得就像画笔呀。” 就在这时妈妈开口了：“斯特拉·雷，你今天到底跟头发过不去什么呀？” “洗洗就能洗掉啦，”我说。 毕竟颜料又不是口香糖。 它不会黏糊糊的，把半边脑袋的头发都结块粘在一起。 “这不是重点，斯特拉，”妈妈说。 “头发不是拿来画画的。 而且这是家用油漆。 它比水彩浓稠得多，附着力也强，哪有那么容易洗掉呀。 “我哪知道这些呀？” 我

asked. "Think about it," Mom said. "When it rains on our house, does the paint come off?" "No," I said. "But I thought it would be different if we used shampoo." "We've never shampooed the house's hair," Penny said helpfully. "Am I really going to be punished?" I asked. "Yes," Mom said. "What do I have to do?" "First I'm going to clean your sister's hair," Mom said. "Then we're going to drop Willa back at her house—" "But Mom," I interrupted. "You can't make Willa go home! I want her to move in with us!"

问道。 “你好好想想，”妈妈说。 “下雨的时候，我们家墙上的油漆会掉吗？” “不会呀，”我说。 “可我觉得用洗发水洗，肯定会不一样呀。” “我们又从来没给房子洗过头发呀，”佩妮好心提醒道。 “我真的要受罚吗？” 我问道。 “对，”妈妈说。 “那我要做什么？” “我先给你妹妹洗头发，”妈妈说。 “然后我们送薇拉回她家——” “可是妈妈，”我打断了她。 “你不能让薇拉回家呀！ 我想让她搬来跟我们一起住！”

"What are you talking about?" Mom asked. "So she doesn't have to go to Pennsylvania," I said. "I don't think my parents will let me stay here," Willa said. "They already picked out the house and there's a room for me." "No, of course not," Mom said. "They love you and they'd miss you too much. But you can visit whenever you want. Maybe you can spend a couple weeks here next summer. We'll make sure to plan something really special." "It won't be the same," I said. "I know," Mom said. "But Willa's not moving until next month, and right now there's the matter of your sister's hair." "The paint's mostly dry now," Penny said. She wasn't crying anymore, and she pulled at

“你在胡说什么呀？” 妈妈问道。 “这样她就不用去宾夕法尼亚了呀，”我说。 “我觉得我爸妈不会同意我留下来的，”薇拉说。 “他们都选好房子了，还给我留了房间呢。” “没错，当然不行啦，”妈妈说。 “他们爱你，会非常想你的。 不过你想什么时候来玩都可以呀。 明年夏天你说不定可以来这儿住两个礼拜。 我们一定会安排一些特别好玩的活动。 “那还是不一样的，”我说。 “我知道，”妈妈说。 “不过薇拉下个月才搬家呢，现在先搞定你妹妹头发上的油漆再说。” “油漆差不多都干了，”佩妮说。 她不哭了，扯了扯