pelagueya
Oh, God! (She starts to scrub the floor again)
lipa (enters, faint from heat)
How stifling! I don't know what to do with myself. My head seems full of pins and needles. (She sits down) Polya, say, Polya.
pelagueya
What is it?
lipa
Where 's father?
pelagueya
He 's sleeping.
lipa
Oh, I can't stand it. (She opens the window, then takes a turn round the room, moving aimlessly and glancing into the tavern) Tony's sleeping too—behind the counter. It would be nice to go in bathing, but it's too hot to walk to the river. Polya, why don't you speak? Say something.
pelagueya
What?
lipa
Scrubbing, scrubbing, all the time.
pelagueya
Yes.
lipa
And in a day from now the floors will be dirty again. I don't see what pleasure you get from working the way you do.
pelagueya
I have to.
lipa
I just took a peep at the street. It 's awful. Not a
