Why do you love me?
- Hi! – he said coming in.
- Hi! – she said from the ironing room – so there were a lot of people in Maria’s?
- I’m late – he said putting the bags on the table – when I arrived there were only two customers and I waited, but one of them bought almost the whole grocery – looking in the oven – did you have to get lunch? I should have come, we only needed bread.
- Can I see remorse in your words? – she said smiling.
- You always have to get lunch, haven’t you? – he said sadly.
- Yes – she said without compassion.
- Our neighbour from the fifth floor came in and started to talk to another woman in there.
- Aha – she said.
- I cannot say how it started or what made me pay attention to them, you just know me; I’m always in my world.
- Yes, sure – she said smiling, almost laughing.
- Our neighbour was angry, she didn’t stop moaning about her husband, what she is going to talk about, that’s why I still don’t know how I paid attention, she is always moaning about her husband.
She was smiling and waiting.
- I suppose it was something the other woman said, something about don’t appreciate the things we have, nor flowers, nor romantic dinners. The other woman said that her husband was so considerate – he said imitating the woman.