Siete minutos, Ismael Camacho Arango [read with me TXT] 📗

womb by now.
FAT PROFESSOR
You’re an orphan.
THIN PROFESSOR
I wouldn’t mind any other womb then.
They laugh.
HOMER
We must drink something.
As he claps his hands, the hairy sailor appears.
THIN PROFESSOR
I want a Coca cola
FAT PROFESSOR
I want Coca cola.
WOMAN
I want Coca cola.
HOMER
Why don’t you drink a whisky?
FAT PROFESSOR
It’s bad for my liver.
THIN PROFESSOR
It kills my pancreas.
WOMAN
I can’t drink alcohol while feeding the baby.
HOMER
What about a soft wine?
THIN PROFESSOR
My transverse colon will burst.
FAT PROFESSOR
My kidneys will be affected.
WOMAN
I’ll burst if I don’t drink one.
The hairy sailor bows and disappears through the door.
HOMER
Tell us the story, my dear lady.
WOMAN
That night he put a bottle with a milky liquid on the bedside table. He had a bath
before going to bed and then he drank the liquid.
Darling, he said, have a good look at me, as I have just taken the formula of youth.
I heard a child crying in the early hours of the morning. I called Irwin but no one
answered.
On switching the light on, I saw the child by my side. At first I thought it was a
Joke but then I awoke the maids and we all looked for my husband. The child was
Beautiful and my maternal instincts told me the truth. It was my Irwin. He had the
same birthmarks in the body I knew so well.
FAT PROFESSOR
What did you do with the bottle?
WOMAN
What bottle?
FAT PROFESSOR
I thought he left it on the bedside table.
WOMAN
I had to remember how to look after an infant and forgot about the bottle.
FAT PROFESSOR
You’ll be a millionaire if you find it. You’ve thrown away a fortune.
The hairy sailor comes in with everything they have ordered plus a bottle of whisky and soda for Homer. He bows and leaves.
The child cries as the woman covers her breasts. The baby has done his business on her dress.
WOMAN
I’m sorry! He usually does these things after dinner.
She leaves a wet trail, as she moves away with the child in her arms.