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It was 7:30 a.m., and I was groggily pulling on a bathrobe when the doorbell rang. 当时是清晨七点半。一听到门铃响，我便迷迷糊糊裹上了一件浴袍。 'Who could that be?' I murmured to my husband. “那会是谁呢？”我向丈夫呢喃道。 'It's the painters,' he answered, darting downstairs to open the door. I soon heard him chatting with them in Spanish on the front porch. That's when I really woke up. “是油漆工”，他一边冲下楼去开门一边说。不久我就听见他和油漆工们在前面门廊用西班牙语交谈。那时，我才真正从梦乡中醒来。 'The painters? For our house?' I called down the stairs incredulously. Alejandro and I had been talking about painting the exterior of the house for over a month. We had looked at color charts, painted sample patches and narrowed down the choices. But we were still completing the plan. “油漆工？来刷我们的房子？”我冲楼下大喊，觉得难以置信。一个多月以来，亚历杭德罗(Alejandro)和我一直都在谈论房屋外观的刷漆问题。我们一起看了比色图表和刷好的样品，并缩小了选择范围。但我们仍在完善这个计划的过程中。 By the time he came back inside, I was furious. 等他回到房间时，我已是怒不可遏了。 'Why are painters already here? We don't know the accent colors! We haven't sketched it out! We didn't run it by my sister!' I complained. | 
