Two women are over seventy. I listen to.

And what, he doesn’t call?

and no.

And you?

And I am not. I can’t, I’m a girl.

You will die without joy. Let me teach you. Call him and say calmly, “Did you call? Allo, allo, can’t you hear what you want?”

What if he says, “I didn’t want anything?”

“And you say to him again, ‘Allo, I can’t hear anything, I’m waiting for you today at seven o’clock.’

What if he does not come?

Call me, I will come. I already have a shampoo.

They look at me, and both struggle with me.