they are gifts from mr. ivan and i tossed them out. he told me to keep them, but i don't want them!
in naples, on new year's eve, they even throw out furniture, my grandfather was neapolitan.  i carry it in my blood.
i was anxious and throwing things relaxes me.  keep them if you like.
leave that note there! it's not for you. how dare you take it and crumple it?
it's none of your business.
his wife has been admitted at a psychiatric hospital for twenty years now.
yes.
what a drag! oh, it's you?
yes.
it's ivan's. he's leaving me.
his ex-wife, the crazy one. she pushed me down the stairs . . .
no, c'mon! come inside!
what a drag! oh, it's you?
yes. a thousand from you, and none from ivan.
it's ivan's. he's leaving me.
his ex-wife, the crazy one. she pushed me down the stairs and i broke my leg.
what a drag! oh, it's you?
yes. a thousand from you and none from ivan.
it's ivan's. he's leaving me.
his ex-wife, the crazy one. she pushed me down the stairs.
oh, sorry to hear it! i will make some coffee, i have spent my entire night looking for ivan and i haven't gone to bed.
when did you leave him?
in case ivan arrived, he loves gazpacho.
and that's not all! since he wasn't calling, i've torn the phone from the wall, in a moment of rage.
i dropped a lit match and it began to burn, and i didn't want to squelch it. fire purifies. i will have to change the mattress, but all for the best! a whole lot of less memories!
but excuse me, i've interrupted you. you were telling me.
your husband's?
you've become a dealer, chon?
throw it out!
but i don't understand.
how is it that the suitcase appeared in your closet?
an how was he?
so you lost your mind.
what a story, my god!
i've seen them already.  they comes easy for you.  and the suitcase?
shush, how could it be the police?! no one knows you're here!
just pretend you're here for coffee.