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Back at school, I began to grow quickly. I played soccer and made a good friend. But I still stopped by the cottage on weekends, and there was always fresh shortbread.
開學之后，我開始迅速地成長。我開始踢足球并交了一個好朋友。但周末我仍然會去小屋待一會兒，那里永遠都有新鮮的黃油酥餅。
One morning when I went downstairs to the kitchen, there was a familiar-looking biscuit tin on the table. I eyed it as I went to the refrigerator.
—天早上，當我下樓去廚房時，桌上放著那個熟悉的餅干罐，我走向冰箱時看到了它。
My mother was regarding me with a strange gentleness. "Son," she began, painfully. And from the tone of her voice I knew everything instantly.
我母親以一種不同尋常的溫柔的眼神看著我。“孩子，”她痛苦地開口了。從她的語調中我立即明白了一切。
She rested her hand on the biscuit tin. "Mr. Crawford brought these this morning." She paused, and I could tell she was having difficulty. "Mrs. Robertson-Glasgow left them for you."
她把手放在餅干罐上。“這是克勞福德先生今天早上拿來的，”她停了一下，我可以看出她有什么話難以說出口，“是羅伯遜-格拉斯哥夫人留給你的。”
I stared out the window, tears stinging my eyes.
我盯著窗外，眼淚浸滿雙眼。
"I'm sorry, Michael, but she died yesterday," she went on. "She was very old and very ill, and it was time."
“我很難過，邁克爾，她昨天去世了，”她繼續說道，“她年紀太大了，而且又得了病，是說再見的時候了。”
My mother put her arm about my shoulder. "You made her very happy, because she was lonely," she said. "You were lucky to be such a good friend for her."
母親摟著我的肩膀。“你曾經讓她非常愉快，因為她很孤獨，”她說，“你很幸運能成為她的一個那么好的朋友。”
Wordlessly, I took the tin to my room and set it on my bed. Then, hurrying downstairs, I burst through the front door and ran to the woods.
默默地，我拿起罐子走進房間并把它放到我的床上。然后迅速下樓，沖出前門，跑向樹林。
