摊蛋吃得弗尔姆很难受。大清早,他不得不在办公室里四处翻腾,找些药来抚慰自己的肠胃。下午,他提前下班,回到家里就骂了自己的老婆。 “你在摊鸡蛋里放了什么该死的东西,爱尔维拉?我差一点儿就吐在办公桌上了,幸亏及时冲进厕所。” 弗尔姆太太眼瞅着地板,很平和地说:“可我吃了没事。” 她是个小个子、很文静的女人,就站在那里,溶化在家具和墙壁中间。 It’s hard to feel like a stall. Early in the morning, he had to toss around in his office and find some medicine to soothe his stomach. In the afternoon, he got off early and scolded his wife when he got home. “What damn thing did you put in the stall eggs, Elvira? I almost spat on the desk, thanks to the rush to the toilet.” Mrs. Form glanced at the floor and said peacefully : “But I ate nothing.” She was a small, quiet woman, standing there, melting between the furniture and the wall.