A conversation

Living room

Two women

Their mother is dying in the other room.

Yolanda
She is asleep. Coffee? Black and no surgar, right?

Miriam
You remembered..

Yolanda
Of course

Miriam
you always had a knack for remembering stuff..

Yolanda
Well sometimes it came in handy..
I guess… So, where were you? You never called, not even a postcard.

Miriam
I was busy..

Yolanda
Oh yes..busy. I forgot

Miriam
What is that suppose to mean?

Yolanda
Look…I don’t want to argue. You’re here…that’s what matters.

Miriam
So what did the doctors say?

Yolanda
There’s nothing more to do, but make sure she is comfortable.

Miriam
Any pain?

Yolanda
Of course but the morphine helps, except she is not lucid

Miriam
I always wondered about this day and now it’s here..I always thought she would always be here…

Yolanda
Maybe you should of visit more…

Miriam
I wanted to…