Senora Perez:
Oh! Oh, and plenty of garlic. Is it paid for?
Concha Perez:
And sausage, Mother. Try it. And look, Mama. Gold.
Senora Perez:
How did you earn all that, Concha?
Concha Perez:
I, earn anything? Don't be foolish, Mother.
Senora Perez:
Your Excellency, if my poor husband were alive - he has been in the enjoyment of God for the past fifteen years - he'd have beaten her black and blue. But don't be deceived by her language. My daughter is a good girl. Oh, we could be rich, my daughter and I. Oh, we could have mules and necklaces, and live in the country. But wickedness has never spent a night here. How I worry when I see my daughter leave in the morning.
Concha Perez:
How can you say that, Mother, when you sleep all day?
Senora Perez:
There. You see what bad examples these factory girls are? Oh, the ugly words she must hear. If my daughter had listened to them, she would have gone wrong long ago. What makes young girls go wrong, Your Excellency, is the advice of women, not the eyes of men.
Capt. Don Pasqual 'Pasqualito' Costelar:
There's a cure for all ills, señora.
Senora Perez:
[Accepting coins]
Your Highness, how can I thank you?
Concha Perez:
I'll take care of that, Mama. I'll thank him. You don't need to bother.
Senora Perez:
Uh, I see. This will be enough for the rent. And this the - the water. And this...
Senora Perez:
The baker.
Senora Perez:
The baker, and the, uh - the doctor. But I'm afraid there'll hardly be enough to keep Concha out of the factory.
Capt. Don Pasqual 'Pasqualito' Costelar:
I understand.
[He withdraws a billfold, pulls out currency, considers, and hands over the larger portion]
Senora Perez:
Here, here, here! And the landlord thought that he was going to throw us out!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:06