AbOBLeDiOs : Madam Rose

She said she knew what the main dish would be. Is that the same as yesterday, bro? What funky will be this night? Madam, tell us. You don't know. The old dish with a rose drawing on it is smilled. Refresh her mind, porcelain, you. You go unbalanced and shaking on the tray, I know. It's goose this way. She, a dish like a silver moon without an edge, imitated her unbalancing a little. They smiled and gave some invisible signal that all understanding provoked new laughter. By the end, they stopped; only grumbles could heard sometimes. She insisted it was unimportant to give to them: I knew what would put on the table. How do you know Rose? They ask again with some anxiety, and she pretends not to see. Each one had eyes on the dishes and was looking at Rose. So, an ultimate came: If you do not say what you know, we will sing for you on your survivalist birthday. She looks shocked, and a right professor gazes up at them. "I know; only that." A chore of acute voices came: "Cuts is that, tells another fairy tale." She told them that she felt the smell from the kitchen and heard the chef's voice, a taste that walked in the air. "I do not believe. Do you feel my condition? I have not seen water for more than one month." "I do. Still, exhale alcohol." It was incredible; she released the name used in all the dishes on that shelf. What more? "The plate will be dry frites with juice's tangerine and lemon with pepper. Soya milk with white beans, sautéed cabbage, and broccoli, and, I can see - oh! Yes, grated walnuts and eggplant toasted in a filet with apricot. A lentil terrine adorned with mushrooms. Sour cream ice cream with strawberry and yogurt and rosy rose petals." The chore came again, but brutal and sweet like a prayer: "fork, knife, and spoon cutlery. Linen tablecloth, napkins. Glasses of wine and water to put out the fire, enjoy this dinner." They heard the madam saying that they were going to a restaurant tonight. "Liar!" "I'm not lying to everyone. It will be tomorrow!" "Tomorrow, will it be tomorrow?" Well, tomorrow is tomorrow. If it comes false, we do not have problems, and theater interpretation is sometimes necessary to change our perfect conscience.