VIOLETTE You look lovely in that outfit
and coat, auntie.
CHARITO I sent a letter to your mother.
I’m not sad, really, I’m not.
MAGDALENA What about my little girl? Does
she miss me? I heard about a head doctor in Paris I’m going to take her to. I’ll
work all the hours God sends when I get out so I can take her to see him. She
probably won’t understand, but tell her I’ll make her better, tell my little
madwoman she’ll get better soon.
MACARENA Why isn’t Antonio here? Why did
he not come? Tell him I want to see him, tell him my mouth is burning with all
the kisses I have for him.
MARI CRUZ You didn’t need to come, I’m
FUENSANTA He’s fine, Mummy, my wee boy’s
ARMLESS What’s wrong? And don’t say it’s
nothing, Dad, I know you.
PAQUITA Félix, Félix, I’ll be able to
show you the child next month, there’s not long left now, you’ve no idea the
kicks he gives me, I think he wants out already . . .
FUENSANTA I didn’t kill him. Don’t say
things like that.
MACARENA Why is Asunción in my house?
What is that cow doing in my house?
ARMLESS You’ve sent him to priest
school, is that it? You’ve sent the wee thing off to priest school. . . . If
that’s not it then what’s wrong. . . . Why didn’t you tell
me he was sick?
MARI CRUZ There’s nothing wrong, it’s just
the news caught me by surprise. Are you all going?
FUENSANTA He’s my son, he’s my son.
MARI CRUZ I’m not crying, father, have you
ever seen me cry?
ARMLESS Why didn’t you tell me?
MACARENA Why won’t you look me in the
eye? Mum, tell me what’s wrong. Why has Antonio not come? Mother, what can be
worse, whatever it is, tell me. Mum, why are you crying?
FUENSANTA How could I kill my own son? I’m
not crazy, Mummy, honestly I’m not crazy.
MACARENA To bloody hell with him!! I
swear on my mother’s life I’ll cut him to pieces when I get out of here! And in
my bed too, the dirty son of a bitch! It didn’t take him long, did it! I swear,
Mum, may God himself strike me down right now if I don’t slice him from head to
toe as soon as I get out! Him and that slut Asunción, my cousin who wanted us
to share everything, now I see what she meant!! I’ll kill them, Mum . . .!
I’ll kill the pair of them!!
FUENSANTA (Opening the rag she always
carries as though it were a child) It’s not some rag, it’s not some rag, it’s
not some old rag . . . he’s my son . . . he’s
my son . . .
(TEODOSIA grabs FUENSANTA and
takes her off the stage to enormous but jerky wailing.)
MARI CRUZ Don’t talk like that, you remind
me of Don Martín. I’m not crying, give it a rest. Have a good journey; write to
me when you get settled, and when I get out of here I’ll meet up with you and I . . .
PAQUITA We’ll make do with one room; don’t
worry, everything will turn out all right.
MAGDALENA Give her lots of kisses, she
understands hugs and kisses, tell her I’ll be with her in no time.
CHARITO Thank my aunt for the oranges.
VIOLETTE Thank you for the lawyer,
auntie. He’s sure he’ll get me out of here soon.
ARMLESS I can see it in your faces, the
boy’s dead, isn’t he? . . . Why didn’t you say anything?
Why? Tell me he didn’t suffer, tell me he didn’t suffer. And you keep on saying
God exists. God exists, what for? So he could take my brother away in the prime
of his life, when he’s just turned twenty. . . . Why couldn’t
they kill me? Why could the dynamite not explode in my belly? (Looking up to
the sky) Damn you, you fucker! If you wanted someone dead, why couldn’t you
kill me and leave the boy! Father, do something, tell them to let me out, I
want to see him even if he’s dead . . . I want to see him.