Sole:
Mom?
Irene:
Hum?
Sole:
There's something you want me to do, isn't?
Irene:
Cut my hair.
Sole:
I mean if there's something you couldn't do alive and doesn't let you rest.
Irene:
There are always things undone. Or bad done. And my life has been no exception. Look, I don't know if I can fix them, but if I can, it's up to me to do it.
Sole:
[after a long silence]
Customers will arrive soon. What are we going to do?
Irene:
We attend to them. I'll help you.
Sole:
But I can't introduce you as my mother. They all know I'm an orphan.
Irene:
Then I'll pretend to be foreign.
Sole:
Foreign? Where from?
Irene:
¿Dominican?
Sole:
No. There are lots of them on the neighborhood and they would notice the accent.
Irene:
¿Chinese? Madrid is full of Chinese people.
Sole:
Who's going to believe that you're from China, mom?
[Thinks]
Sole:
Something strange. Not very common around here... Rusian.
Irene:
Do wou really think I look more Rusian than Chinese?
Sole:
Yes. Rusian women are just like us, mom. Look, whatever you hear, keep your mouth shut. And it can't looked in your face that you understand us.
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