Zoe and Brielle share a small flat. They are best friends. They also love to talk. They talk at breakfast, at dinner, and in the hall.
佐伊和布里埃尔合租一套小公寓。她们是最好的朋友。她们也都爱聊天。她们在早餐时聊，在晚饭时聊，在走廊里也聊。
On Saturday night, Brielle says, "We talk too much."
星期六晚上，布里埃尔说：“我们说话太多了。”
"No, we don't," says Zoe. "We talk the right amount."
“才没有，”佐伊说，“我们说得刚刚好。”
"Let us make a bet," says Brielle. "Tomorrow is Sunday. Nobody talks all day. The first person to speak buys pizza."
“我们来打个赌吧，”布里埃尔说，“明天是星期天。一整天谁都不许说话。第一个开口的人请吃披萨。”
Zoe laughs. "That is easy. I win."
佐伊笑了。“这太简单了。我赢定了。”
"We will see," says Brielle.
“走着瞧。”布里埃尔说。
On Sunday morning, Zoe wakes up at nine. She walks to the kitchen. Brielle sits at the table with a cup of coffee. She looks at Zoe and lifts one eyebrow.
星期天早上，佐伊九点醒来。她走进厨房。布里埃尔坐在桌边，面前有一杯咖啡。她看着佐伊，挑起了一边的眉毛。
Zoe does not say a word. She pours a cup of coffee. She sits down and looks at Brielle. Brielle looks back. Neither of them smiles.
佐伊一个字也没说。她倒了一杯咖啡。她坐下来，看着布里埃尔。布里埃尔也看着她。两个人谁也没有笑。
After ten minutes, Zoe takes a pen. She writes on a paper napkin, "Good morning, loser."
十分钟后，佐伊拿起一支笔。她在一张纸巾上写道：“早上好，输家。”
Brielle reads it. She writes below, "You are the loser. You lose already."
布里埃尔看了。她在下面写道：“你才是输家。你已经输了。”
Zoe writes, "I am not talking. See?"
佐伊写道：“我没说话。看见了吗？”
Brielle writes, "You write. That is also noise."
布里埃尔写道：“你在写字。那也是噪音。”
They both put their hands over their mouths. Their shoulders shake. It is very hard not to laugh.
她们俩都用手捂住了嘴。肩膀一抖一抖的。要忍住不笑实在太难了。
At noon, Zoe is hungry. She opens the fridge. There is only half an onion and some old cheese. She holds the cheese up and shrugs. Brielle shakes her head. She points to the clock. She points to her stomach, then to the door.
中午，佐伊饿了。她打开冰箱。里面只有半个洋葱和一些旧奶酪。她举起奶酪，耸了耸肩。布里埃尔摇摇头。她指指钟，又指指自己的肚子，再指指门。
Zoe nods. They put on their coats. They walk to the shop on the corner.
佐伊点点头。她们穿上外套。她们走到街角的小店。
The shop is busy. A young man stands at the counter. He wears a green apron. He looks at the two women. They look at him. Nobody speaks.
店里人很多。一个年轻男人站在柜台后面。他系着绿色的围裙。他看着这两个女人。她们也看着他。谁也不说话。
Zoe points to the bread. She points to the cheese. She makes a circle with her hands. The young man looks lost.
佐伊指了指面包。又指了指奶酪。她用两只手比了一个圆圈。年轻男人一脸茫然。
"A big loaf?" he asks.
“要一个大面包吗？”他问。
Zoe nods fast.
佐伊连忙点头。
"With the soft cheese?"
“配软奶酪吗？”
Zoe nods again. Brielle gives her a thumb up. The young man smiles and wraps the food.
佐伊又点点头。布里埃尔朝她竖起了大拇指。年轻男人笑了，把食物包好。
At the door, Zoe draws a smile in the air. The young man laughs. He waves goodbye.
走到门口，佐伊在空中画了一个笑脸。年轻男人笑了。他挥手道别。
Back at home, they eat in the living room. Brielle draws a picture of a pizza on a napkin. Under it, she writes, "You will buy this."
回到家，她们在客厅里吃东西。布里埃尔在一张纸巾上画了一个披萨。下面她写道：“你要请这个。”
Zoe draws Brielle with a very long nose. She writes, "Not me."
佐伊把布里埃尔画成了长长的鼻子。她写道：“不是我。”
By six o'clock, they are both red in the face. Their jaws hurt from holding in words. They watch a film with no sound. Something funny happens. They look at each other and bite their lips.
到了六点，她们俩都憋红了脸。因为憋着不说话，下巴都疼了。她们看了一部没有声音的电影。有一处很好笑。她们互相看了一眼，咬住了嘴唇。
At seven, Brielle looks at her phone. She smiles in a strange way. Zoe sees it but says nothing. At eight, the doorbell rings. They both jump up. They look at each other. Zoe thinks it is a trick.
七点，布里埃尔看了看手机。她露出一个奇怪的微笑。佐伊看见了，却什么也没说。八点，门铃响了。她们俩都跳了起来。她们互相看着。佐伊觉得这是个圈套。
Brielle opens the door. A delivery man stands there with a flat box. It smells wonderful.
布里埃尔开了门。一个送餐员站在那里，拿着一个扁扁的盒子。闻起来香极了。
"Pizza for Zoe?" he asks.
“有人给佐伊点了披萨吗？”他问。
Zoe's mouth falls open. She forgets everything. "I did not order a pizza," she says loudly.
佐伊的嘴巴张得大大的。她把什么都忘了。“我没有点披萨。”她大声说。
"Aha!" shouts Brielle. "You talked!"
“哈！”布里埃尔喊道，“你说话了！”
"So did you!" says Zoe.
“你也说了！”佐伊说。
The delivery man looks at them. They laugh until they cry.
送餐员看着她们。她们笑得眼泪都流了出来。
"Who pays?" he asks.
“谁付钱？”他问。
They both point at him. Then they both point at each other.
她们俩一起指向他。然后又一起指向对方。
