Irma waits by the window, 伊尔玛等待的窗口，

Vaguely looking down at her socks 隐约低头看着她的袜子

And humming. Possibly her 和嗡嗡声。也许她

Father will come home with a box 父亲将带着一箱

Of chocolates. Possibly 。巧克力可能

Not. Father's memory 没有。父亲的记忆

Was never what it once was. 从来没有什么它曾经是。

Shouldn't really drive anymore, 应该不是真的开了，

Either. As if in answer, 要么。仿佛在回答，

With a sound like blowing up your 有了这样吹了声你

Ears, Father's jeep crashes 耳朵，父亲的吉普车撞车

Through Irma's wall. She says 通过伊尔玛的墙。她说，

Bad words as several hundred 不好的话几百

Boxes of her favorite kind 她最喜欢的那种盒

Of chocolate fill her bedroom. 巧克力填补她的卧室。

But she doesn't actually mind 但她实际上并不介意