1 Bad Dreams and Breakfast

Chapter 1 Bad Dreams and Breakfast In the dream, Malia kept running and running. She was trying to beat the dark shadow that had blocked the sun. Something was coming for her. A cold wind blew her hair into her face. Then the smell of fresh tortillas and the sound of music woke her. Opening her eyes, Malia looked around the unfamiliar pink room. It took her a second to remember where she was.

第一章 噩梦与早餐 梦里，玛利亚跑啊跑，跑个不停。 她拼命想要甩掉那团遮住太阳的黑影。 有什么东西正朝她追过来。 一阵冷风刮得头发糊在了她脸上。 这时，新鲜玉米饼的香气和音乐声把她叫醒了。 玛利亚睁开眼，环顾着这间陌生的粉色房间。 她愣了一秒才想起自己在哪。

Aunt Lucy's apartment in the Little Mexico neighborhood of Gulf City was much cooler than her family's home in the sleepy town of Nopalitos. She was spending the whole summer here. "Yes!" she whispered. She grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand and went to the living room. "Oh, great. Almost forgot." She sighed at the two boys still asleep on the sofa bed. Her cousins, Ivan and Dante. Unfortunately, they were spending the summer with Aunt Lucy, too. "Hey, goofballs!" Malia said. "Get up already!"

露西姨妈住在海湾市小墨西哥社区的公寓，比她家所在的 sleepy 小镇诺帕利托斯凉快多了。 她整个夏天都要在这里过。 “太棒啦！” 她小声念叨着。 她从床头柜拿过手机，走到了客厅。 “哦，对哦。 我差点忘了。” 她看着还在沙发床上睡觉的两个男孩，叹了口气。 是她的表兄弟，伊万和但丁。 真不巧，他们也来露西姨妈家过暑假。 “喂，两个小笨蛋！” 玛利亚喊道。 “赶紧起床啦！”

Dante groaned. "Yes, boss." "You've got to be kidding." Ivan yawned. "Shouldn't have stayed up late playing video games," Malia said. "That was me," Dante said. "Walking brain here was reading a book." "And you were texting your friends, Malia," Ivan said. "Don't judge." She rolled her eyes and walked away. The boys followed behind her.

但丁哼唧了一声。 “好的，老大。” “你逗我呢吧。” 伊万打着哈欠。 “谁让你们昨晚熬夜打电子游戏的。”玛利亚说。 “熬夜的是我，”但丁说， “这位行走的大脑刚才在看书呢。” “你不也在跟朋友发短信嘛，玛利亚。”伊万说。 “少管我。” 她翻了个白眼，走开了。 两个男孩跟在她身后。

The kitchen was colorful, full of clay pots and copper pans from Mexico. The music Malia had heard was coming from a little speaker on the counter. It was a cumbia, a happy, upbeat song. Aunt Lucy danced to the rhythm as she cooked. The last flour tortilla puffed up, steaming. Aunt Lucy grabbed it, spun around dramatically, and dropped it onto a plate. "Good morning, sleepyheads!" she exclaimed. "Ready for a late breakfast and some summer fun?" Malia smiled. "Yes, please!" The three of them sat at the table as Aunt Lucy served, singing the song under her breath. "Uh, what's in the eggs?" Ivan asked. "Onion, tomato, chorizo," Aunt Lucy replied. "Chorizo?" Ivan seemed confused.

厨房色彩缤纷，摆满了墨西哥来的陶土罐子和铜锅。 玛利亚刚才听到的音乐是从柜台上的小音箱里传出来的。 是昆比亚舞曲，一首欢快活泼的歌。 露西姨妈一边做饭，一边跟着节奏跳舞。 最后一张玉米粉薄饼鼓了起来，冒着热气。 露西姨妈抓过饼，夸张地转了个圈，把饼放到了盘子里。 “早上好呀，小懒虫们！” 她大声说。 “准备好迟点吃早餐，再找点夏天的乐子了吗？” 玛利亚笑了。 “当然啦，太想吃了！” 三个人坐在餐桌旁，露西姨妈端上菜，嘴里还轻轻哼着歌。 “呃，鸡蛋里加了什么呀？” 伊万问。 “洋葱、番茄，还有西班牙辣香肠。”露西姨妈回答。 “西班牙辣香肠？” 伊万看起来有点困惑。

"It's sausage." Dante chuckled. "He's not all that Mexican, tía." Ivan's face went red. "Not cool, Dante." "Don't be embarrassed, m'ijo! We'll fix that soon enough!" Aunt Lucy winked at Ivan and he smiled.

“就是香肠呀。” 但丁笑出了声。 “姨妈，他不太懂墨西哥的东西啦。” 伊万的脸涨红了。 “别这样，但丁，太没礼貌了。” “别不好意思呀，孩子！ 我们很快就让你熟悉起来的！” 露西姨妈朝伊万眨了眨眼，伊万笑了。