D: Celia. What’s wrong? You’re not going to tell me?
C: Aurora is gone. I don’t know if I’m ever going to see her again.
D: “Ever again” is saying a lot, don’t you think?
C: She’s gone really far.
D: Where?
C: Cáceres.
D: Oh, Cáceres! You say it as if she’d gone to Australia!
C: She’s getting married.
D: Oh.
C: It’s not fair, Diana. None of this is fair.
D: Come here, come here, come here. Things will go right for you again, don’t fret.
C: “Again”? Things have never gone right for me, not completely.
D: And for whom do things go completely right? For no one. What happens is that we always think our sorrows are the worst.
C: Petra is dead. Aurora has abandoned me and I’ve ended up alone.
D: Don’t say that! You have me, and the others. […] You’re not alone, Celia.
C: No matter how much you say I have all of you, it’s not true. I can’t be honest, completely honest without… without risking being judged or criticized.
D: You can with me.
C: Thank you.