The Wrong Parcel

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The parcel started talking at 7:02 in the morning.

早上七点零二分，那个包裹开始说话了。

“Wake up, Nora,” it said. A woman’s voice, soft and sad. “You promised.”

“醒醒，诺拉，”它说。是一个女人的声音，很轻，也很伤心。“你答应过的。”

Sam stood in the kitchen in his socks. It was his third day in the flat. He looked at the box on the table. The box looked back. Well, not really. But it felt like that.

山姆穿着袜子站在厨房里。这是他搬进这套公寓的第三天。他看着桌上的盒子。盒子也看着他。嗯，并不是真的看着他。但他有那种感觉。

“Leo?” he called. “Maya? Is anyone awake?”

“利奥？”他喊道。“玛雅？有人醒着吗？”

A door opened. Leo came out with his hair everywhere and one eye closed.

一扇门开了。利奥走了出来，头发乱糟糟的，一只眼睛闭着。

“What’s wrong? Is it a fire? Tell me it’s not a fire. I cleaned the pan yesterday. Almost.”

“怎么了？着火了吗？快告诉我没着火。我昨天刷过平底锅了。差不多刷干净了。”

“It’s not a fire. It’s the parcel. It talks.”

“没有着火。是那个包裹。它会说话。”

“Parcels don’t talk, Sam.”

“包裹不会说话，山姆。”

“Wake up, Nora,” said the parcel. “You promised.”

“醒醒，诺拉，”包裹说。“你答应过的。”

Leo opened his other eye. “Okay. That parcel talks.”

利奥睁开了另一只眼睛。“好吧。那个包裹真的会说话。”