Games

Mario 1: - Here we are again at the mirror.

Mario 2: - Does it bother you?

M1: - Not at all; your wishes… you know…

M2: - Yes, I know, and you should remember…

M1: - Remember what?

M2: - That you live…

M1: - That I live thanks to you... that I am you...

M2: - Exactly.

M1: - How could I forget when you never stop reminding me?

M2: - That’s what I like to hear. Don’t play the victim; it doesn’t suit you.

M1: - By the way, you don’t look well.

M2: - Why do you say that?

M1: - No reason.

M2: - Go ahead, don’t hold back, or you’ll get unbearable.

M1: - Am I the only one who sees it?

M2: - Sees what?

M1: - Your eyes, your lips, you’ve got traces of…

M2: - Traces of what? I don’t know what you mean. I slept badly, that’s all.

M1: - Okay, okay, don’t get mad. I’m just saying what I see. You’re the one looking at yourself in the mirror.

M2: - I see what you’re implying. You actually wanted to say something else.

M1: - Something else, like what?

M2: - That I could throw everything away, that I’m no longer young, that I’m too old for games...

 M1: - You said it, not me, but now that you mention it…

 M2: - What are you insinuating? Sometimes, you drive me crazy.

M1: - Ugh, you’re so thin-skinned!

M2: - Yes, I agree with you there. The last razor I bought shaves too close; you can’t see my stubble.

M1: - Don’t smile; you know what I’m talking about.

M2: - You have no sense of humor. I’m going to have a drink.

 M1: - Isn’t it a bit early? Oh… right, Sara isn’t here.

M2: - No, she left early. She went to see her parents and will probably stay there for the weekend.

M1: - So, out in the country with her parents and friends, I suppose. Sara spends more and more time away, don’t you think? Sweet freedom, dear.

M2: - You and your insinuations.

M1: - Besides, didn’t you shave last night?

M2: - Does it matter whether I did or not?

M1: - You’d know.

M2: - There you go with your suspicions. Sometimes you bore me. Don’t you have anything else to do? You’re like a leech.

M1: - I’m just saying…

M2: - That I’m a man, and men don’t…

 M1: - That you could lose everything.

M2: - Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning. Don’t you see? You, of all people, should understand.

M1: - I only think of what’s best for you. What do you think the neighbors would say if they saw you leaving at such hours? Like that…

M2: - Like what? Go on, say it. Are you afraid?

M1: - Should I be? I only want the best for you. Have you thought about what would happen to Sara? How you’d leave her? And her family?

 M2: - Yes, of course, I’ve thought about it. I think about her, her family, the neighbors, my work. Do you think I’d be here if I didn’t? But I wonder, who thinks about me?

M1: - I do.

 M2: - Well, sometimes I want to break the mirror, just to shut you up for good.

M1: - And what’s stopping you? I only live inside you, remember? You just said it.

M2: - Yes, that’s true, I could do it. I could silence you forever.

M1: - And then, who would you talk to? Do you think Sara would understand? Do you think she’d sit there, listening?

M2: - I don’t know… she’s so good. I love her, sometimes shamefully, sometimes against my will. No, I can’t tell her; it would break her heart. She’s so young, so innocent…

 M1: - Go on, have a drink, calm down, and wipe your tears; your mascara is running. By the way, is that dress new?

 M2: - Sara bought it the other day.

M1: - I haven’t seen her wear it.

M2: - She hasn’t worn it yet.

M1: - Seems a bit big for her, doesn’t it?

M2: - Yes, it is a bit big.