电话铃声像闹钟一样惊醒了我。那正是夜深人静的时候。我爬下床来、爬出睡意、进到客厅、摸到电话。“伊莎贝拉,”是我的邻居维芙嘶哑、指令一般的声音。“钥匙丢了。我在街角的电话亭。下楼来让我进去。”电话咔地挂上。我点上一支香烟,此刻我听到她疯子一样怒气冲冲地说着什么顺街走过来。我移到厨房的窗边,穿着睡衣站在 The phone ringing woke me up like an alarm clock. That is the dead of night. I climbed out of bed, climbed out of sleep, into the living room, touch the phone. “Isabella, ” is a hoarse voice of my neighbor Weaver, instructing the general voice. “The key is lost.I’m at the phone booth in the corner.Go downstairs to let me in. ” The phone hangs up. I lit a cigarette, at the moment I heard her crazy like anger said something came along the street. I moved to the kitchen window and stood in my pajamas