Kezia works the night shift at the supermarket. At two in the morning, the aisles are bright and empty. The only sounds are the fridges and Quill's squeaky cart.
凯齐娅在超市上夜班。凌晨两点，过道里灯火通明，空无一人。唯一的声响来自冷柜，还有奎尔那辆吱吱作响的推车。
Tonight Kezia wears a new hat. It is green and made of thick wool. It is also much too big.
今晚凯齐娅戴了一顶新帽子。它是绿色的，用厚羊毛织成。而且大了太多。
Every few steps, the hat slides down. It covers her eyes. She pushes it up with one finger. A minute later, it slides down again.
每走几步，帽子就往下滑，盖住她的眼睛。她用一根手指把它顶上去。一分钟后，它又滑下来。
"Nice hat," says Quill. He stops his cart in aisle nine. "Is it a hat or a sleeping bag?"
“帽子不错，”奎尔说。他把推车停在九号过道。“这是帽子还是睡袋？”
"It was on sale," says Kezia. "The small ones were gone."
“它在打折，”凯齐娅说。“小号的都卖完了。”
"So you bought the giant one."
“所以你就买了那顶巨大的。”
"It was the only one left."
“只剩这一顶了。”
Quill puts a box of soup cans on the floor. "You have two choices. Take it back tomorrow and find a small one. Or keep it and put paper inside."
奎尔把一箱汤罐头放在地上。“你有两个选择。明天拿去退，换个小号的。或者留着，往里面塞纸。”
"Both choices are fine," says Kezia. "That is the problem."
“两个选择都行，”凯齐娅说。“问题就在这儿。”
"Then flip a coin."
“那就扔硬币。”
Kezia finds a coin in her pocket. She throws it high in the air. It hits a shelf, bounces twice and rolls under the freezer. Both of them stare at the dark gap.
凯齐娅从口袋里摸出一枚硬币。她把它高高抛向空中。它撞到货架上，弹了两下，滚到了冷柜底下。两个人都盯着那道黑漆漆的缝隙。
"I think the freezer chose," says Quill.
“我看是冷柜选了，”奎尔说。
"The freezer cannot choose. It does not have a hat."
“冷柜不会选。它又没有帽子。”
Quill laughs so hard that he drops a can. It rolls away down the aisle. Kezia chases it, and the hat falls over her eyes again. She walks straight into a stand of crackers.
奎尔笑得太厉害，手里的罐头掉了。它顺着过道滚远了。凯齐娅追过去，帽子又盖住了她的眼睛。她一头撞上了一个饼干架。
"I will decide by five," she says from under the wool. "I promise."
“我五点之前决定，”她在羊毛底下说。“我保证。”
"Good. Or I decide for you. I pick the paper."
“好。不然我替你决定。我选塞纸。”
At half past two, Kezia tries the paper plan. She stuffs old paper inside the hat. Then she puts it on. The hat now stands up like a tall green tube.
两点半，凯齐娅试了塞纸的办法。她把旧报纸塞进帽子里，然后戴上。帽子现在像一根高高的绿色圆筒一样立着。
"Better?" asks Quill.
“好点了吗？”奎尔问。
"Taller," says Kezia. "I feel like a clown at a birthday party."
“更高了，”凯齐娅说。“我觉得自己像生日派对上的小丑。”
"You look like a clown at a birthday party."
“你看起来就像生日派对上的小丑。”
She pulls out the paper and sighs. Both plans still seem fine. She still cannot choose.
她把纸抽出来，叹了口气。两个办法看起来还是都行。她还是没法选。
At three o'clock, the big delivery arrives. A big box of lemons waits at the back door. The manager's note says, "Lemons in the front window by five." Kezia and Quill push the box through the shop. It sits on a big yellow trolley. It is heavy and slow.
三点钟，大批货到了。后门口等着一大箱柠檬。经理的字条上写着：“五点前把柠檬摆进橱窗。”凯齐娅和奎尔推着那个箱子穿过商店。它放在一辆黄色的大平板车上，又重又慢。
Halfway down aisle four, one wheel hits a crack in the floor. The trolley jumps. The box tears open. Lemons pour out like yellow water. They bounce and roll in every direction.
走到四号过道一半时，一个轮子压到了地面的裂缝。平板车猛地一跳。箱子裂开了。柠檬像黄色的水一样倾泻而出。它们蹦着、滚着，朝四面八方散去。
"Catch them!" shouts Quill.
“快接住！”奎尔喊道。
Kezia drops to her knees. She tries to hold the lemons in her arms. Three roll away at once. Quill grabs six in his hands and loses four more. A lemon rolls under the cereal shelf. Another one bumps his shoe and rolls the other way.
凯齐娅跪倒在地。她试着用双臂把柠檬拢住。三个同时滚走了。奎尔双手抓住六个，又掉了四个。一个柠檬滚到了麦片货架底下。另一个撞到他的鞋，朝相反的方向滚去。
"We need a basket!" shouts Kezia.
“我们需要一个篮子！”凯齐娅喊道。
"The baskets are at the front door!"
“篮子都在前门那边！”
Kezia pulls the hat off her head. It is wide and deep and soft. She holds it open like a bag. She picks up lemons from the floor. The first time, ten lemons. The next time, twelve more. The wool is thick, so nothing falls out.
凯齐娅把帽子从头上扯下来。它又宽又深又软。她像拿袋子一样把它撑开。她从地上捡起柠檬。第一次，十个柠檬。下一次，又是十二个。羊毛很厚，什么都漏不出来。
Quill stops and watches her. He has a lemon in each hand. His mouth is open.
奎尔停下来，看着她。他两只手各拿着一个柠檬，嘴巴张着。
"Do not just stand there," says Kezia. "Give me those."
“别光站着，”凯齐娅说。“把那些给我。”
He puts the lemons in the hat. Then he runs to the end of the aisle. He chases the last ones. Kezia follows with the hat held close to her chest. In five minutes, every lemon is back on the trolley.
他把柠檬放进帽子里。然后他跑到过道尽头，去追最后几个。凯齐娅把帽子紧紧抱在胸前，跟在后面。五分钟后，所有的柠檬都回到了平板车上。
They sit on the floor between the trolley and the shelves. Both of them breathe hard. The hat sits between them, full to the top.
他们坐在平板车和货架之间的地板上。两个人都喘着粗气。帽子放在他们中间，满满当当。
"How many are in there?" asks Quill.
“里面有多少个？”奎尔问。
Kezia counts them out loud. "Twenty-six. A basket holds twenty. This hat is better than a basket."
凯齐娅大声数着。“二十六个。一个篮子装二十个。这顶帽子比篮子还强。”
"It is better than a basket," says Quill slowly. "It is a pity."
“它比篮子还强，”奎尔慢慢地说。“真可惜。”
"Why a pity?"
“可惜什么？”
"Because now I cannot laugh at it."
“因为现在我不能再笑话它了。”
Kezia smiles. She puts the hat on her head again. It slides down over her eyes, as always.
凯齐娅笑了。她又把帽子戴到头上。它像往常一样滑下来，盖住了她的眼睛。
"That is still funny," says Quill.
“这还是很好笑，”奎尔说。
"Then you can keep laughing. I choose this hat." She pushes it up again. "The small hat cannot hold one lemon. This one is a basket, a hat and a joke."
“那你可以接着笑。我选这顶帽子。”她又把它顶上去。“小帽子连一个柠檬都装不下。这一顶既是篮子，又是帽子，还是个笑话。”
Quill nods. "A good choice. You showed me why."
奎尔点点头。“选得好。你让我看明白了为什么。”
At four, a man in a long coat walks into aisle four. He looks at the trolley and then at Kezia. She wears the hat, and she holds a lemon in each hand.
四点钟，一个穿长外套的男人走进四号过道。他看看平板车，又看看凯齐娅。她戴着那顶帽子，两只手各拿着一个柠檬。
"Is that a special offer?" he asks.
“这是特价优惠吗？”他问。
"No," says Kezia. "But the hat is."
“不是，”凯齐娅说。“不过这顶帽子是。”
The man buys one lemon and leaves. Kezia and Quill finish the window by half past four. The lemons shine in the lights like a hundred small suns. Outside, the street is empty and quiet. Inside, the fridges hum.
男人买了一个柠檬就走了。凯齐娅和奎尔在四点半前摆好了橱窗。柠檬在灯光下闪闪发亮，像一百个小太阳。外面，街上空荡荡的，一片寂静。里面，冷柜嗡嗡低响。
At five the morning staff arrive. Kezia puts on her coat and takes her bag from the locker. She puts the green hat on her head. She walks to the door.
五点，早班的同事到了。凯齐娅穿上外套，从储物柜里拿出她的包。她把绿帽子戴到头上。她朝门口走去。
Quill stands by the till. He holds a big, round melon from the front display. He looks at the hat, and then at the melon.
奎尔站在收银台旁。他手里拿着一个从前面展台上取来的又大又圆的甜瓜。他看看帽子，又看看甜瓜。
"Kezia," he says. "Does it hold a melon too?"
“凯齐娅，”他说。“它也装得下甜瓜吗？”
