Scene 13
Adham-Uti, Lulushe, Zeneli

Adham-Uti: Why in God’s name did you show my obituary to Miss Lulushe, Zeneli?
Zeneli: I’m very sorry. I forgot it was on the table.
Adham-Uti: That was a big mistake. Listen here! What possibly made you think that I was about to die?
Zeneli (surprised): I, I don’t really know.
Adham-Uti: And what kind of death do you personally think I will suffer?
Zeneli: I imagine, Doctor Efendi, that you might slip and fall off a cliff.
Adham-Uti: Very good, but I do not intend to go climbing.
Zeneli: That is probably a good idea.
Adham-Uti: But why does the obituary say I died of a stroke?
Zeneli: Well, perhaps because you have a thick neck, and anyway, you seem to lose your temper quite often.
Adham-Uti: That is quite true, but I’m not insane. Why all the effort for an obituary which has not been published in the newspaper? And it never will be, because, I swear to God, I do not intend to die, ever! May the devil take that journalist and the obituary he wrote! (He seizes the text and tears it angrily to pieces)
Zeneli: Don’t do it, Doctor Efendi! Don’t upset yourself because you might have a stroke. What are you doing? Why are you tearing up the obituary? How am I going to piece it back together? What is my boss going to say? What about all the work? At least.. Damn, you promised me...
Adham-Uti: Promised you what?
Zeneli: Two more silver coins.
Adham-Uti: What? You insult me and you want me to pay you for it? Are you out of your mind?
Zeneli: What? You mean that Doctor Adham-Uti is breaking his word of honour? Next time I’ll ask for payment in advance.
Lulushe: Did you find my obituary, Zeneli?
Zeneli: I was about to look around for it, when all this uproar began and I rushed back to see what was going on. But you will have to pay me five silver coins in advance. Otherwise...
Lulushe: Two coins, like the doctor.
Zeneli: No, woman, more than that!
Lulushe: We poor women!
Zeneli: And are you willing to pay me even if they insult you?
Lulushe: Don’t worry. Let them insult me! I’ll pay you whatever they say. (To Adham-Uti): We only want to know what they say about us when we pass on.
Zeneli: Are you going to tear up the article?
Lulushe: Not at all!
Zeneli: Do you swear you won’t?
Lulushe: I give you my word.
Zeneli: Alright, I’ll go and get it. (He departs)