Lojzka. Nah . . . She spoke with a cheerful voice, like she usually does. She refused to come.
Jerman. How did they voice that, with what word?
Lojzka. They said they have little to do in the garden. She commands you to stay in your clan, accompanied by drunkards and beaters.
Jerman. (Unmovable.) Go on!
Lojzka. They said they would love to return all your mail, had they kept it . . . She did not as she burns such cards down in her fireplace.
Jerman. Did she laugh when she said so?
Lojzka. She did chuckle. They appended their call to not be disturbed again as well.
Jerman. What? "not be disturbed"? (Stands up.) If she commanded to not be disturbed again, everything is "as need be". Listen up, Lojzka. I do not wonder how I lost so many, if I had them at all. I gained no pain. No pain, for what has happened had always been and remains my fate. It was bound to happen, though it is not at a fair timing. Not now! What would remain would be a neat memory, such as one of a tea party . . . Now what remains is yet another spit on my face. (Lojzka continues to sit, leaning on the table, now looking at Jerman.) And yet it happened . . . I hawhited nothing and I didn't lose much; yet I will grieve about it.
Lojzka. (Quietly.) To me as well . . . It meant something . . .
Jerman. (Steps over to her, grabbing her hand.) I'm a weakling, a weepy child... Such I attempt
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