Julieta Page #4

Lorenzo raps on the door. Julieta opens the apartment

door, more rigid than usual and looking as if she’s had

a bad night. Lorenzo comes into the hall. From the

outset he notices that something is amiss. He just has

to look at Julieta. They greet each other with a

routine kiss on the mouth.

LORENZO:

Are you all right?

As an answer…

JULIETA:

I’m boiling some water…

She goes off to the kitchen, followed by Lorenzo.

LORENZO:

I called you last night and you

didn’t answer.

JULIETA:

I needed to be alone.

Lorenzo looks around as far as he can see. Everything

is tidy, there is no sign of suitcases or cardboard

boxes.

LORENZO:

What about the cases… and the

boxes? Don’t tell me you still

haven’t finished.

JULIETA:

I’ve unpacked everything. I’m

staying in Madrid, Lorenzo.

LORENZO:

Are you joking?

Lorenzo knows that she isn’t, he looks at her

questioningly. Julieta is concentrating on making the

tea.

LORENZO:

But that’s ridiculous!

Julieta looks at him in silence. It isn’t ridiculous.

JULIETA:

I won’t be able to go with you.

LORENZO:

(Alarmed) But what’s happened?

She fills her cup with hot water, the teabag is in

there. She sweetens it with agave syrup.

JULIETA:

I know you don’t deserve this, but

I beg you not to ask me any

questions. I’m not going with you

to Portugal. I’m staying in

Madrid.

Silence, broken by Lorenzo.

LORENZO:

And you’re not going to give me

any explanation?!

Silence. Julieta takes a deep breath.

LORENZO:

What’s going on, Julieta?

JULIETA:

I’ve given it a lot of thought

and…

LORENZO:

(Interrupting her) Don’t tell me

you hadn’t thought about it until

now! We’ve been planning this for

almost a year!

Julieta looks at him, mortified.

LORENZO:

Just yesterday you said “I’d like

not to come back to Madrid if I

can help it”! What’s happened so

suddenly?

Julieta is still struggling with herself. But it’s

obvious she has taken an irrevocable decision.

JULIETA:

(Weak and decisive) Don’t insist,

please.

He glares at her. Lorenzo’s mouth has gone dry, his

palate is sticky.

LORENZO:

Can I have a glass of water?

Julieta takes a bottle from the refrigerator and pours

him a glass of water in silence. Lorenzo drinks from

the glass, thinking about what to say to her.

LORENZO:

I don’t recognize you, Julieta.

You’re behaving like a lunatic…

JULIETA:

I know.

LORENZO:

(Powerless) I can’t believe we’re

talking about this!

JULIETA:

Last night I realized that I was

fooling myself, that I don’t want

to leave Madrid, and… that I

prefer to be alone. I’m sorry.

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