"Is there something more horrible for a girl to be eighteen and pretty at the same time’?’asked Reny, red with anger.
“一個18歲的女孩擁有美麗的容顏真是一件可怕的事情啊，還有什么比這更可怕嗎”瑞妮紅著臉憤怒地說。
“Yes. To be fifty and to look like me, sweetie," growled the barman, who amazingly resembled a well-fed bulldog。
“當然有了，親愛的，比如一個50歲的人看起來像我這樣，”那個男招待員憤憤不平地接口道。他的長相很奇特，好像一條胖胖的斗牛犬。
She got herself a job as waitress, because there was no other way to pay the university taxes.Both her mother and father were unemployed. The work wasn’t heavy, although souses were something usual there.The problems would come later, after the men had got their load almost everyone suggested spending thmight with him.
瑞妮父母雙雙失業，她實在沒有其他的辦法支付大學的學費，于是找了這份服務員的工作。盡管常遇到客人喝醉的情況，工作倒不累，不過麻煩還是來了，那些男人喝醉以后，幾乎都會要求她陪他們過夜。
"How much’?" asked a handsome man, about thirty, probably a businessman. His mobile phone was always ringing. He would arrive riding a white Mercedes, a chauffeur on the driver’s seat, who stayed in the car and waited for him to drink his whisky.
“你要多少錢?”一個大約30歲的英俊男人問她。他看起來像個商人，手機總是響個不停。他總是坐一輛白色的奔馳來，喝威士忌，讓司機在車里等著。
"Why was it you think a waitress means a prostitute?" asked Reny indignantly taking a seat next to him.
瑞妮坐到他旁邊，氣憤地問他:“你為什么認為服務員就是妓女呢?”
"Have I said anything like that?" he snapped, looking her right in the eye,“however, sex is like any other business-you have a good to offer, you set a price on it, and I pay, if I consider it worthy."
他直視瑞妮的眼睛，急速地說;“我有那么說過嗎?不過，性跟其他交易是一樣的—你提供一種商品，給它標價，如果我認為價格合理，那我就付錢。”
"But sex is not like business!" Reny got heated. She even stomped angrily her foot.
瑞妮憤怒地反駁:“但性不是交易。”她甚至激動的使勁跺腳。
"No? What is it, then? Everything’s business, my beauty!" his phone rang again. He stopped speaking to listen and when he saw her getting up, said quickly: "one second! My offer needs a response, my beauty!" and continued speaking. He pronounced figures, percents, custom fees。
“不是買賣?那是什么呢?我的美人，一切都是交易!”他的手機響了。他打住話去接電話。不過當他看到她起身要走的時候，飛快地說;“美人，等我一下。給我的提議一個答復吧!”然后又接著接電話。只聽他說著一些數目，百分比以及關稅費用……
She walked away
她轉身走了。
"If know how to wait!" he shouted quickly after her and started speaking over the phone again.
他趕緊喊了一聲:“我知道怎么等你!”又繼續接電話
One evening, when she went home and flicked the switch to turn on the light in the corridor instead of light there came to her the quiet voice of her mother: "we were cut off ,We hadn’t paid..."
一天晚上，瑞妮回到家，伸手去按走廊里的開關燈沒有亮，聽到的是媽媽的聲音:“我們沒有交電費，被斷電廠”
"Why don’t you ask the money from me?" asked Reny in the darkness.
“你為什么不找我要錢呢?”瑞妮在黑暗中問道
"I was ashamed," the mother admitted in the corridor. The hall resounded with father’s cough "He has no money for cigarettes and he’s hacking all the time.
“我哪好意思啊?”媽媽答道，接著就哭r父親的咳嗽聲在走廊里回蕩，“他沒錢買煙，一直在干咳……”
