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Sujet du devoir

bonjour, je n'arrive pas a traduire les dernieres phrases d'un texte.
Merci de m'aider svp

Well, stop giving out about Deirdre then, and go on, take a sheet of paper and put it in with mine.
It'll save you getting a stamp and everything."

Her mother shoved a writing pad across the table.
Nancy hadn't even sat down yet. The big suitcase with the hard corners was in the middle of the floor. She felt this was a shabby welcome home, but she was also a practical person.
If she scribbled off a page to Deirdre now, well, it would save her having to do it some other time, and it would please her mother, who might go and bring out some soda bread and apple tart if she was in a good humor.
Nancy wrote a few lines hoping that Deirdre "and Sean and Shane and April and Erin were all well, and saying she'd love to come over and see them all but the fares were desperate and it was much easier for them to come over this way because of the pound and the dollar.
She told Deirdre about Mr. White's new car, and Mr. Charles going to Russia on his holidays and Mr. Barry's wife having a new handbag that was made from the skin of a baby crocodile and had cost what you wouldn't believe. She added that it was nice to get back to Rathdoon at weekends because . . . She paused at this point. It was nice to get back to Rathdoon because . . .

She finished the letter, "It's nice to get back at the weekends because the Lilac Bus is really very good value and you'd spend a small fortune in Dublin over the weekend without even noticing it."

Her mother was packing up for bed. No tea, no apple tart.

Où j'en suis dans mon devoir

voici le debut du texte que j'ai traduit.

Her mother was still at the kitchen table when she got in.
Sa mère était encore à la cuisine quand elle entra.
She was writting a letter to her daughter in America.
Elle était en train d’écrire une lettre pour sa fille en Amérique.
’’There you are,’’ she said.
"Voila", dit-elle.
’’All in one piece,’’said Nancy.
"Tout en un", dit Nancy.
It wasn’t much of a greeting between mother and daughter when the whole country had been crossed.
Ce n’était pas un accueil très chaleureux entre une mère et sa fille qui avait traversé tout le pays.
But they had never been a demonstrative family.
Mais ce n’avait jamais été une famille très démonstrative.
No hugging, and kissing, no linking arms.
Ils ne s’enlaçaient pas, ne s’embrassaient pas, ne se donnaient pas le bras.
’’How was the journey?’’her mother asked.
"Comment s’est passé la voyage ?", demanda sa mère.
’’Oh, the same. I had a bit of a sleep so I have a crick in my neck.’’
Oh, comme d’habitude. J’ai fait un petit somme donc j’ai le torticolis." Nancy se frotta le cou vigoureusement
Nancy rubbed it thoughtfully.
Nancy  frotté, pensive.
’It’s great to be able to sleep on that road, with maniacs screeching past you in all directions.’’

C’est super de pouvoir dormir sur cette route avec des maniaques hurlant derrière vous dans toutes les directions.

’’Oh, it’s not that bad.’’ Nancy looked around. ’’Well, what’s been happening?’’
"Oh, ce n’est pas si mauvais. Nancy regarda autour. Eh bien, que se passe t-il ?

Her mother was poor at handing out news. Nancy would have liked her to get up, wet a pot of tea and come back full of detail and information.She wanted to hear the week’s events and who had been home, who had been heard from, who had revealed what. But somehow it was never like that.
Sa mère était peu encline à donner des nouvelles. Nancy aurait voulu qu’elle se lève, remplisse une théière et revienne pleine de détails et d’information. Elle voulait entendre les évènements de la semaine e: qui était venu à la maison, qui avait donné de ses nouvelles et qui avait révélé quoi.

’’Whatever happens? Nothing’s been happening-weren’t you here unti Sunday night?’’ Her mother went back to the letter, sighing: ’’Do you never write to Deirdre at all? Wouldn’t it be a Christian thing to write to your own sister in America and tell her what’s going on? She loves her to hear little things, you know.’’
"Que se passe t-il ? Rien ne s’est passé. N’étais-tu pas là jusqu’à samedi soir?" Sa mère revint sur la lettre en soupirant. "Tu n’écris absolument jamais à Deirdre ? Est-ce que ce serais un truc chrétien d’écrire à ta propre soeur en Amérique et lui dire qu’est-ce qui se passe ? Tu sais, elle adore entendre de petites choses.
’’So do I, but you can never remember anything to tell me!’’ Nancy cried in complaint.
Moi aussi, mais tu oublies toujours quoi me dire ! dit Nancy en se plaignant.

’’Ah, willyou stop that nonsense, sure aren’t you here the whole time? You only go up to Dublin for a couple of days in the week. Poor Deirdre’s on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.’’
"Ah, arrête ces stupidités, n’es-tu pas là tout le temps ? Tu a seulement été à Dublin pour 2 jours dans la semaine où cette pauvre Deidre est de l’autre côté de l’océan atlantique.

’’Poor Deirdre has a husband and three children and a freezer and an icebox and a sprinkler in her garden. Poor Deirdre indeed.’’ 
Pauvre Deidre a un mari et trois enfants ainsi qu’un réfrigérateur et un congélateur et un arroseur dans son jardin. Pauvre Deirdre en effet.
’’Couldn’t you have have all that yourself if you wanted to? Stop grudging things to your sister.Have some bit of niceness in you.’’
’’I’ve plenty of niceness.’’ Nancy felt her lip tremble. 
Ne pourrais-tu pas avoir toutes ces choses toi aussi si tu le voulais ? Arrête de reprocher des choses à ta soeur. Essaie d’’être egentille. Je suis gentille." Nancy sentit ses lèvres trembler.