Your little criminals snuck into my house and stole my wall clock.

你的那些小罪犯们潜入我的房子 偷走了我的挂钟。

What? -It was a hand painted purple and white wall clock, my son made it.

什么？-那是一个手绘的紫色和白色的挂钟，我儿子做的。

Maybe it's my dementia, but I still haven't found my purple wall clock.

也许是我痴呆了 但我依然没有找到我的紫色挂钟。

I looked at the wall clock just in time to see its black minute hand shift to half-past.

我看了看墙上的钟，它黑色的分针刚好跳到两点半。

It was a hand-painted, purple and white wall clock.

一只手工涂漆 紫色白色相间的挂钟。

The slow ticking of a wall clock sounded loud and ponderous in the quiet.

挂钟缓慢的滴答声在寂静中显得响亮而沉闷。

Please tell me that's not a purple wall clock.

请告诉我那不是个紫色的挂钟。

Fifteen minutes later they were there, and the three of us waited awkwardly together, me chewing my fingernails on a pastel-blue sofa, Mother pacing and clicking her fingers, and Dad sitting motionless beneath a loud wall clock.

十五分钟后他们赶来了，我们三个人一起等待，气氛有点尴尬。我坐在浅蓝色的沙发上咬着手指甲，母亲来回踱步，不停地打着响指，爸爸则一动不动地坐在一台噪音很大的挂钟下方。