Bita:
“I thought I would never be able to take a sauna again after what happened. On our way up here, I thought I would burst into tears, but I’m only feeling numb.”
Ebi:
“Well, you know, it’s been more than a year now. You can’t just go on being depressed and miserable for the rest of your life. What happened, happened. We should start a new life all over again. I like to see us as happy as before.”
Bita:
“Yeah, before Shirin’s death.”
Ebi:
“No! I mean like when we got married, long before she was born.”
Bita:
“But, I was happier after I had her.”
Ebi:
“Not me, though.”
Bita:
“What do you mean?”
Ebi:
“I mean, well, I was happier before you got pregnant with Shirin. You were paying attention to me then. But, with her birth everything changed. You could only see her. You became cold and indifferent towards me.”
Bita:
“You never told me that. I never knew you were feeling that way, Ebi! Were you jealous of Shirin? Hum? Were you? Tell me.”
Ebi:
“I don’t know, Bita. All I know is that when she was around, I didn’t exist for you.”
Bita:
“So, you must have felt quite relieved by her death, no? Were you happy by her death?”
Ebi:
(Silent)
Bita:
“Answer me, Ebi. Talk to me. Were you glad Shirin died in this sauna, trapped in hell? Were you?”
Ebi:
“No, Bita. Of course not! All I want for us now, is to be happy again, together again. I need your undivided attention. I want you to love me the way you did…”
Bita:
“…Before Shirin!”
Ebi:
“I didn’t say that.”
Bita:
“But you meant that. How could you be like that. So insensitive, so selfish.”
Ebi:
“Stop overreacting, Bita. I only meant that we…”
Bita:
“Ok, Ebi. I’m saying no more.”
Ebi:
“Could you pour some water on the stones? It’s getting too dry in here.”
Bita:
“Ok. But it also feels cooler than usual.”
Ebi:
“What the hell are you doing, Bita. No! Don’t put the temperature on maximum. That’s how Shirin was suffocated. Do you want to kill us both?”
Bita:
“What’s going on with you, Ebi?”
Ebi:
“I ask you to pour water on the stone, you raise the temperature. That’s what’s going on.”
Bita:
“Uh, no, no! That’s not what I meant. How do you know that Shirin died because the temperature was on maximum? When we both discovered her body here on the floor, the temperature was on normal.”
Ebi:
“Oh, well, I don’t know! It was just a wild guess.”
Bita:
“Or, maybe a slip of the tongue? Answer me, Ebi! I want an explanation. A good one, as a matter of fact.”
Ebi:
“Uh, for God’s sakes, stop harassing me. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
Bita:
“Not to me, Ebi; but to my baby. You heartless jealous prick!”
Ebi:
“Where are you going, Bita. Wait! What I said was of no importance. Don’t close the door on me; I want to talk to you. Wait a minute. What are you doing, Bita. Don’t lock the door! Let me out! Let me out, Bita! You want me dead, woman?”
Bita:
“Oh, just take a wild guess, Ebi! Just take a wild Guess!”
