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Hello friends, and welcome to Sleep Tight Stories.
妮可和她妈妈花了大量时间查阅书籍、图片和资料，但她们仍然有很多疑问。
Nicole and her mother have spent lots of time looking at the books, pictures, and information they have, but they still have questions.
每次她们觉得自己已经弄清楚了某些事情，又会发现新的内容。
Each time they think they have figured something out, they find something new.
当妮可醒来时，她决定是时候去见马库斯的奶奶了，看看她是否能提供一些答案。
When Nicole wakes up, she decides it is time to go see Marcus' grandmother and see if she has any answers.
妮可和谷仓里的盒子 第三十部分。
Nicole and the Box in the Barn part 30.
妮可醒来时，想着她的父亲。
Nicole woke up thinking about her father.
不是以悲伤的方式，只是在思考。
Not in a sad way, just thinking.
天花板上的裂缝一如既往，像一道歪斜的闪电，仿佛一位老朋友。
The ceiling crack was there the same as always crooked lightning bolt, like an old friend.
她躺在那里看了一会儿，就像有时当脑海中某些事情逐渐清晰时那样凝视着它。
She lay there for a minute, looking at it the way she sometimes did when something was settling itself out in her head.
她父亲来到这个农场时才十二岁。
Her father had been 12 when he'd come to this farm.
他问了一些没人回答的问题，结果上了名单。
He'd asked questions nobody answered and ended up on a list.
就像唐纳德·邓恩一样，也许在她自己的方式上，也像她自己一样。
Just like Donald Dunn and maybe in her own way just like her.
她默默思忖了一会儿。
She turned that over for a moment.
三个人，三个不同的时间，都以某种方式来到了同一个地方，却并不完全明白为什么。
Three people, three different times, all finding their way to the same place without quite knowing why.
这可能会让人感到害怕。
That could feel like something scary.
但此刻她躺在清晨的寂静中，房子四周一片安宁，透过窗帘依稀可见花园，却一点也不觉得可怕。
But lying here in the early morning with the house quiet around her and the garden just visible through the curtain, it didn't feel scary at all.
这感觉像是一种规律，而规律背后总有它的意义。
It felt like a pattern and patterns meant something.
她起了床，穿好衣服，便下了楼。
She got up, got dressed, went downstairs.
她妈妈正坐在吧台前喝着咖啡，像这段时间以来每个清晨那样，望着厨房窗外的菜园。
Her mom was at the counter with her coffee, looking out the kitchen window at the garden the way she'd started doing in the mornings.
妮可是给自己倒了杯果汁，在妈妈身边站了一会儿。
Nicole poured herself some juice and stood beside her for a moment.
“我想去马库斯爷爷的家，”妮可说，“如果可以的话，今天就去。”
I want to go to Marcus' grand's house, Nicole said, today if we can.
妈妈看着她，倒也不算特别惊讶，反倒像是一直在等着妮可说这句话。
Her mom looked at her, not surprised exactly, more like she'd been wondering when Nicole was going to say it.
“你确定吗？”
Are you sure?
对。
Yeah.
尼科尔望着花园、苹果树、浆果丛，以及通向门口的小径。
Nicole looked out at the garden, the apple tree, the berry bushes, the path winding toward the door.
我觉得是时候了。
I think it's time.
我们已经读了足够久关于这件事了。
We've been reading about it long enough.
我想亲自去看看。
I want to actually go and see.
她妈妈缓缓地点了点头。
Her mom nodded slowly.
我今天早上就给他妈妈打电话。
I'll call his mother this morning.
好的，尼科尔说。
Okay, Nicole said.
她吃着吐司和花生酱，第一次在几周内感到自己知道下一步该做什么了。
She ate her toast and peanut butter and felt, for the first time in weeks, like she knew what the next right thing was.
早餐后，她妈妈给马库斯的母亲打了电话，到了下午早些时候，她们驶入了一条尼科尔从未走过的路，寻找一座带有绿色百叶窗的小白房子。
After breakfast, her mom called Marcus' mother, and by early afternoon they were turning down a road Nicole hadn't been on before, looking for a small white house with green shutters.
邓恩夫人
Mrs.
邓恩夫人的房子坐落在一条云杉树丛后，这些树很可能在如今住在这里的任何人出生前就已栽种。
Dunn's house was set back from the road behind a row of spruce trees that had probably been planted before anyone currently living there was born.
门前有一块地垫，上面写着‘欢迎’，但字迹几乎已磨灭，旁边还放着一盆无人打理的枯花。
There was a mat at the front door that said Welcome in letters that had almost worn away, and a pot of dead flowers beside it that nobody had gotten around to dealing with yet.
尼科尔立刻就喜欢上了这里。
Nicole liked it immediately.
马库斯来开门了，这让她没想到。
Marcus answered the door, which she hadn't expected.
他看到她妈妈时略显惊讶，但很快恢复了平静。
He looked mildly surprised to see her mom too, but recovered quickly.
奶奶在厨房里，他说。
Gran's in the kitchen, he said.
她早上七点就起床了。
She's been up since seven.
她做了些方形点心。
She made squares.
房子内部完全符合尼科尔的想象：每个角落都摆着照片，弥漫着烘焙的香气，还有一丝仿佛多年未动过的雪松家具的味道。
The inside of the house was exactly what Nicole had imagined: photographs on every surface, a smell of baking, and something faintly like cedar furniture that had been in the same spots for a long time.
一只猫不知从哪里冒出来，短暂地打量了尼科尔一眼，然后决定她没兴趣离开。
A cat appeared from somewhere and regarded Nicole briefly before deciding she wasn't interested in leaving.
邓恩太太。
Mrs.
邓恩太太身材娇小，动作敏捷，头发花白，握手时透着一股干练的劲头。
Dunn was small and quick moving, with white hair and the kind of handshake that meant business.
她非常高兴。
She was thrilled.
这是唯一的形容词。
That was the only word for it.
她握了妮可妈妈的手，然后双手握住妮可的手，说：‘原来你就是住在麦克林农场的人啊。’
She shook Nicole's mom's hand and then took both of Nicole's hands in hers and said, So you're the one living on the McLean Farm.
我真高兴终于又有人住进来了。
I can't tell you how glad I am someone's there again.
她请他们坐下，端出茶和一盘枣子方块蛋糕，并开始提问，正如马库斯所承诺的那样。
She sat them down and produced tea and a plate of date squares, and asked questions, just like Marcus had promised.
那个大谷仓还在吗？
Was the big barn still standing?
还在。
It was.
花园旁那棵老苹果树还在吗？
Was the apple tree still there, the old one near the garden?
还在，而且长得非常高大。
It was, and it was enormous.
他们对花园做过什么吗？
Had they done anything with the garden yet?
尼科尔说，是的，事实上是的。
Nicole said, Yes, actually.
这个花园很漂亮。
The garden was beautiful.
邓恩太太。
Mrs.
邓恩太太听后露出了微笑，仿佛这是她最近听到的最好的消息。
Dunn smiled like this was the best news she'd heard in a while.
她讲述了她丈夫的祖父唐纳德的事，就像讲述一个早已成为传说而非单纯记忆的人一样。
She talked about her husband's grandfather, Donald, the way you talked about someone who had become a story more than a memory.
她说，他在这片农场工作了两个季节。
He'd worked that farm for two seasons, she said.
他爱这个地方。
Loved the place.
他总说，这个地方有种说不清道不明的魅力。
Always said there was something about it he couldn't put his finger on.
土壤很好，是的，但不止如此。
Good soil, yes, but more than that.
就像这个地方是……她停顿了一下，寻找合适的词。
Like the place was She paused, looking for the word.
某种意义上是活的，比其他农场更有生气。
Alive somehow, more than other farms.
妮可双手捧着杯子，脸上的表情十分平静。
Nicole kept her hands around her mug and her face very still.
然后，邓恩太太
Then Mrs.
从桌子底下拿出一个盒子。
Dunn reached under the table and brought out the box.
它比妮可想象的要小，是一个旧鞋盒，用一根棕色绳子系着。
It was smaller than Nicole had imagined, an old shoebox with a piece of brown string tied around it.
她小心地解开绳子，就像对待那些曾打开过许多次、却仍想完好保存的东西一样。
She undid the string carefully, the way you did with something you'd opened many times and wanted to keep intact.
里面是叠得小小的、泛黄的信件，一本封面开裂的小笔记本，还有一张面朝下放在最上面的照片。
Inside, letters folded small and yellowed, a little notebook with a cracked cover, and the photograph face down on top.
邓恩太太把照片递给妮可。
Missus Dunn handed it to Nicole.
妮可把它翻了过来。
Nicole turned it over.
那座农场，毫无疑问，是那扇红色门的谷仓，后面的农舍，还有她每天都会经过的围栏线。
The farm, unmistakably, the barn with the red doors, the farmhouse behind, the fence line she walked past every single day.
这张照片是在很久以前的一个夏日，从车道上拍的，光线以那种独特的岛屿方式洒落，她早已熟悉。
Taken from the lane on a summer day a long time ago, the light falling in that particular island way she'd come to recognize.
谷仓旁有两个身影：一个她不认识的男人，穿着工装，年纪较轻，双臂垂在身侧，还有一个女人。
Two figures near the barn a man she didn't know, youngish in work clothes, standing with his arms at his sides and a woman.
妮可的手突然静止不动了。
Nicole's hands went very still.
她认出了那张脸。
She knew that face.
她无论在哪里都能认出它。
She would have known it anywhere.
玛格丽特。
Margaret.
尼科尔凝视着这张照片良久。
Nicole looked at the photo for a long moment.
然后她抬起头看着杜恩太太。
Then she looked up at Mrs.
杜恩太太正带着温暖而好奇的表情看着她，等着看她会有什么反应。
Dunn who was watching her with a warm, curious expression, waiting to see what she'd make of it.
你知道这个女人是谁吗？
Do you know who the woman is?
尼科尔小心翼翼地问道。
Nicole asked carefully.
杜恩太太。
Mrs.
邓恩摇了摇头。
Dunn shook her head.
我们一直没弄清楚。
We never did figure that out.
唐纳德在几封信里提到过一个女人，说她对他很好，但他从未写下她的名字。
Donald mentioned a woman in a couple of his letters, said she was kind to him, but he never wrote her name down.
她停顿了一下。
She paused.
这么一张脸居然会忘记，是不是很奇怪？
Funny face to forget, isn't it?
她看起来像是你会记得的人。
She looks like someone you'd remember.
是的，妮可说她确实如此。
Yeah, Nicole said she does.
他们又多待了一会儿，喝完了茶，而邓恩太太
They stayed a little longer, finishing their tea while Mrs.
邓恩讲了更多关于唐纳德和农场的故事。
Dunn told more stories about Donald and the farm.
当他们终于起身离开时，邓恩太太
When they finally got up to leave, Mrs.
邓恩把照片塞进妮可的手裡。
Dunn pressed the photograph into Nicole's hands.
你先拿去放一阵子，”她说。
You take it for a while, she said.
它更应该待在那儿，而不是躺在鞋盒里。
It belongs there more than it belongs in a shoebox.
妮可的妈妈向她道谢，马库斯送他们到门口，那只猫又短暂地出现了，然后消失了。
Nicole's mom thanked her and Marcus walked them to the door and the cat appeared again briefly and then disappeared.
外面，云杉树在风中摇曳，花盆里枯萎的花朵轻轻作响。
Outside, the spruce trees moved in the wind, and the dead flowers in the pot rattled a little.
他们上了车。
They got in the car.
妮可是把那张照片正面朝上放在腿上。
Nicole kept the photograph in her lap, face up.
她想一直看着这张照片。
She wanted to keep looking at it.
她的妈妈全程没说话，直到他们开车驶出邓恩夫人家门口的小路。
Her mom didn't say anything until they'd turned out of Mrs.
回到了回家的主路上。
Dunn's road and were back on the main road heading home.
片片田野在车窗外一一掠过。
The fields rolled past.
一群椋鸟同时从天空掠过，像往常一样变换着阵型，仿佛那是一个巨大的整体，而非上千只独立的小鸟。
A flock of starlings moved across the sky at once, changing shape the way they did, like one big thing instead of a thousand small ones.
玛格丽特当时就在那儿，妮可说，1943年唐纳德·邓恩在农场劳作的时候她就在了。
Margaret was there, Nicole said, in 1943 when Donald Dunn was working on the farm.
我看到了，她的妈妈答道。
I saw, her mom said.
所以她认识他。
So she knew him.
她一定认识。
She must have.
尼科尔看着照片中玛格丽特的脸。
Nicole looked at Margaret's face in the photograph.
就是市场里那张脸。
The same face from the market.
就是阁楼里那张1892年照片中的脸。
The same face from the 1892 photograph in the attic.
就是那张出现在安格斯农场院子里的脸，仿佛她一直都在那里。
The same face that had appeared in Angus's farmyard like she'd been there all along.
她知道发生了什么，尼科尔说，当安格斯的父亲把他解雇的时候。
She knew what happened to him, Nicole said, when Angus's dad got him let go.
她妈妈沉默了一会儿。
Her mom was quiet for a moment.
大概吧。
Probably.
那她为什么没有阻止呢？
So why didn't she stop it?
她妈妈没有回答这个问题。
Her mom didn't answer that.
田野继续从窗外掠过。
The fields kept going past.
照片在尼科尔的腿上暖暖的。
The photograph was warm in Nicole's lap.
或者那只是她的手暖和而已。
Or maybe that was just her hands.
我得问她，尼科尔说。
I need to ask her, Nicole said.
我知道，她妈妈说。
I know, her mom said.
尼科尔一到家，就直接从车里出来，穿过院子，走过栅栏，径直走向花园。
Nicole went straight to the garden when they got home straight from the car, across the yard, and through the gate.
她一踏进花园，就感觉这里与以往不同，仿佛更加生机勃勃、更具存在感。
The garden felt different the moment she stepped inside, more alive or present than it had been.
那些小小的、迟开的花朵同时转向了她，苹果树也发出仿佛被风吹动的声音，尽管实际上并没有风。
The small, late flowers turned toward her all at once, and the apple tree made a sound like it was moving with the wind, though there was no wind.
尼科尔在池塘边坐了下来。
Nicole sat down by the pond.
她把照片放在面前的草地上，打开了书。
She put the photograph on the grass in front of her and opened the book.
她慢慢地翻动书页。
She turned the pages slowly.
那些熟悉的插图，她早已烂熟于心的那些画面。
The familiar illustrations, the ones she knew by heart now.
龙、市场、山坡上的城市、花园的门。
The dragon, the market, the hillside city, the garden door.
然后是一张她从未见过的页面。
Then a page she hadn't seen before.
这并不是一张角落里不起眼的小插图。
It wasn't a small illustration tucked in a corner.
这是一整页，是这本书迄今为止展示过的最大篇幅。
It was a full page, the most the book had ever shown at once.
农场被细致入微地描绘出来，仿佛一切还完好无损时的模样。
The farm, painted in careful detail, the way it must have looked when everything still stood.
两座谷仓、管家的房子，烟囱里飘着炊烟，窗台上摆着鲜花。
Both barns, the guardian's house with smoke coming from the chimney and flowers in the window boxes.
花园正值盛夏，每一种植物都清晰可见，并用极小的工整字迹标注了名称，需要放大镜才能看清。
The garden in full summer, every plant visible and named in tiny careful script she'd need a magnifying glass to read.
还有几个人物，正在各自忙碌着。
And figures, several of them going about their work.
篱笆旁有个男人，一位妇女在晾衣服，两个孩子在建筑间奔跑。
A man near the fence, a woman hanging washing, two children running between the buildings.
尼科尔立刻找到了玛格丽特。
Nicole found Margaret immediately.
她当然站在花园门口，但她没有看尼科尔。
She was standing at the garden gate of course she was But she wasn't looking at Nicole.
她正望着院子那头，靠近谷仓的某个人。
She was looking across the yard at someone near the barn.
一个年轻人。
A young man.
他正在干活，背对着一半。
Working, his back half turned.
尼科尔看了看脚边草丛中的照片，又回头看了看那本书。
Nicole looked at the photograph in the grass beside her, then back at the book.
是同一个人。
The same man.
她几乎可以确定。
She was almost certain.
你一直在看着他，她轻声说。
You were watching over him, she said quietly.
整个时间你都在看着他。
The whole time you were watching over him too.
花园变得异常寂静。
The garden went very still.
然后，慢慢地，所有依然挺立的花朵都转向了她。
Then, slowly, every flower still standing turned toward her.
它们同时转向她，就像花园希望她明白自己已经领悟了某个真相时那样。
All of them at once, the way they did when the garden wanted her to know she'd understood something true.
尼科尔很久都没有动。
Nicole didn't move for a long time.
池塘在她身旁纹丝不动。
The pond was perfectly still beside her.
午后阳光洒在田野上，泛着金色的光芒。
The afternoon light was going golden over the fields.
苹果树的某个地方，一只鸟发出轻微而满足的叫声。
Somewhere in the apple tree, a bird was making a small, satisfied sound.
她小心地合上书，把它放在膝盖上。
She closed the book carefully and set it in her lap.
然后她抬头望向天空，看了一会儿。
Then she looked up at the sky for a while.
最终她站起身，拍了拍牛仔裤，走进屋内。
Eventually she got up, brushed off her jeans, and went inside.
晚饭后，尼科尔上了楼。
After dinner Nicole went upstairs.
她把照片放在书桌上，靠在铅笔盒旁，这样她就能看见它。
She put the photograph on her desk, propped against her pencil holder where she could see it.
玛格丽特的脸庞平静而清晰，多年前的一个夏日，站在谷仓旁。
Margaret's face, calm and clear, standing near the barn on a summer day a long time ago.
尼科尔凝视了片刻，然后从书包里拿出一个笔记本。
Nicole looked at it for a moment, then got out a notebook from her school bag.
不是那种特别的本子，只是一个普通的螺旋笔记本，封面有点弯曲，她翻开第一页。
Not one of the special ones, just a regular spiral notebook with a slightly bent coverand opened it to the first page.
她坐在那里，手里拿着笔，停了一会儿。
She sat there for a bit, pen in hand.
她可以写很多东西——名单上的名字、那张照片、唐纳德·邓恩和她父亲以及玛格丽特，还有所有事情始终彼此关联的方式。
There was a lot she could writethe list of names, the photograph, Donald Dunn and her father and Margaret, and the way everything kept turning out to be connected to everything else.
她可以写下这一切，却依然远远没有触及终点。
She could write all of it, and still not be anywhere near the end of it.
相反，她用自己平常的笔迹在页面顶部写了一个问题，没有刻意写得工整。
Instead, she wrote one question at the top of the page in her regular handwriting, not trying to make it neat.
我会成为一个怎样的守护者？
What kind of guardian am I going to be?
她盯着这个问题看了很久。
She looked at it for a while.
她没有答案。
She didn't have the answer.
但她开始觉得这样也没关系。
But she was starting to think that was okay.
也许答案并不是提前就能想清楚的。
That maybe the answer wasn't something you worked out in advance.
也许它是通过实践才逐渐发现的。
Maybe it was something you found out by doing it.
通过去唐纳德·邓恩太太家。
By going to Mrs.
去邓恩太太家。
Dunn's house.
坐在花园里。
By sitting in the garden.
告诉艾玛刚刚好的信息，不多不少，即使不想忍耐时也要保持耐心。
By telling Emma just enough and no more, by being patient even when you didn't want to be.
她合上笔记本，关掉了台灯。
She closed the notebook, turned off the lamp.
花园外面安静而黑暗。
Outside the garden was quiet and dark.
她床头柜上的指南针是温热的，没有拉扯她去任何地方，也没有告诉她任何紧急的事情。
The compass on her nightstand was warm, not pulling her anywhere, not telling her anything urgent.
只是静静地在那里，像一位朋友在说晚安。
Just there, like a friend saying goodnight.
她闭上眼睛，微笑了。
She closed her eyes and smiled.
这就是这一部分的结尾，晚安，睡个好觉。
And that is the end of this part Goodnight Sleep Tight
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