开往格拉纳达的火车

火车在早上六点从马德里出发。车厢里有一半的座位是空的。埃琳娜选了一个靠窗的座位，看着城市渐渐变成干燥的开阔田野。

The train left Madrid at six in the morning. Half the seats were empty. Elena chose a window seat and watched the city give way to dry, open fields.

一个女人坐在她对面。她年纪较大——也许六十岁，或者更多——她带着一个小包，里面有一个用锡纸包着的三明治。很快，她的手机响了。她轻声接听，但车厢里非常安静。

A woman sat across from her. She was older — maybe sixty, maybe more — and she had a small bag with a sandwich wrapped in foil. Soon her phone rang. She answered quietly, but the train was very quiet too.

“没有，我还没告诉她，”女人低声说。“我会说的，但不是今天。今天我只想见见她。”停顿了一下。“她不知道我生病了。拜托，你也别告诉她。”

"No, I haven't told her yet," the woman whispered. "I will, but not today. Today I just want to see her." A pause. "She doesn't know I'm sick. Please, don't tell her either."

埃琳娜望向窗外，假装没听见。但她无法停止倾听。女人又说了几分钟，然后挂断电话，慢慢地吃起了三明治。

Elena looked out the window and pretended not to hear. But she could not stop listening. The woman talked for a few minutes more, then hung up and ate her sandwich slowly.

当火车到达格拉纳达时，女人站起来，看着埃琳娜。“我要去看我的孙女，”她说，仿佛在解释埃琳娜已经问过的问题。“我已经一年没见她了。祝你旅途愉快。”

When the train arrived in Granada, the woman stood up and looked at Elena. "I'm going to see my granddaughter," she said, as if explaining something Elena had already asked. "I haven't seen her in a year. Have a good trip."

埃琳娜看着她走下站台，消失在人群中。

Elena watched her walk down the platform and disappear into the crowd.