Catita:
[seeing her friend is writing a letter]
Are you going to write?
Graciela:
Yes, to my parents. It's been a week since my last letter.
Catita:
I don't know why you still don't tell the truth to your ma and your pa. Some day they'll learn about everything.
Graciela:
I prefer they don't for as long as possible. They still believe I'm resting. If they knew there are days we barely manage to eat...
Catita:
How low have we downfell!! Do you remember about our dreams of dancing Sylphide and the Pizzicatto polka? Broken dreams, they call it!
Graciela:
[getting upset]
Catita! For God's sake!!
Catita:
God! If you only had listened to me from the beggining!!
Graciela:
Listening you?
Catita:
Didn't I tell you to drop the dance career and to marry that Doctor?
Graciela:
You did?
Catita:
Well... I didn't but I thought about it, which is the same thing!
Graciela:
Please, stop teasing me!!
Catita:
Art!! What is it good for when you have no food to fill your abdomen??
Graciela:
That's the least of my worries now.
Catita:
What?? You tell me that when we both end up dying at the hospital!!
Graciela:
Stop it!! Stop it!! Don't say that!!!
Catita:
I just say it to give you some optimism!! If I don't do it you get all depressed!!
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