从我记事起,卡斯特罗大街上的那幢小屋便是我的家。那儿有我熟悉的一切:妈妈、爸爸、我唯一的哥哥内尔斯,还有跟我年纪相仿但害羞内向的妹妹克里斯蒂娜,以及最小的妹妹达格玛。我记得,每个星期六晚上妈妈都会坐在破旧的餐桌旁,紧锁着平时舒展的眉头,数着爸爸带回家来的小信封里的钱。她将钱分成数目不同的几堆。妈妈会一边把大的 From my own account, the lodge on Castro Street is my home. There was everything I knew: Mom, Dad, my only brother, Nels, and Christine, my age-old but shy introvert, and youngest sister, Dagmar. I remember that every Saturday night my mom was sitting at the shabby table, locked in the usual stretch of brows, counting the money that Dad brought in her little envelope. She divided the money into several different numbers. Mom will be big while