Caren. If you can identify her shut up your racket. Go to the first door at the right and make arrangements to take her away.
Voice [crushed and broken]. Maria.
Caren. Shut up! Bottle the tears until you get home. The first door to the right.
Voice [pleading]. Cover her. For the love of the Lord ... cover her. Don't let her lie like that.
Caren. Ain't she covered enough to suit you?
Voice. Cover her ... cover her.
Caren. Afraid she'll catch cold? Go on ... get out! [He slams the door.]
Kraig [walks to the black curtains and parts them slightly]. His woman ... his LOVE. [Sighing and glancing towards the door.] Poor devil!
Caren. What's the matter with you, Softy?
Kraig. Nothing. I was just thinking.