THE LADY is about forty and a bit overdressed, albeit in the latest fashion. One can see that there was a conscious effort on her part to make herself appear very chic and sexy. Her mannerisms are of a sophisticated woman of the world, but of course at the end of it all she appears pretentious - even ridiculous. When the lights rise she is sitting on a chair, making herself up. She is looking at herself in a compact mirror and dabs a little powder on her cheeks. On her lap is all the paraphernalia used in make-up; lipstick, eyebrow pencils and mascara. She uses some more lipstick on her lips and tries to shape them in what she thinks is a sensuous way. Her old lizard bag lies opened on the ground. THE WOMAN enters holding a small parcel of food. She is much more simply and soberly dressed. Indeed she looks like someone's mother. She is roughly of the same age as THE LADY.

WOMAN: The queue hasn't moved an inch since I left.

LADY [busy with her nails]: Did you come with our lunch?

WOMAN [throws packet to THE LADY]: Here. Can't afford much more that that. Moreso we don't know for how long we'll be here.

Catches the packet, then puts her make-up paraphernalia into her handbag. She opens the packet and wolfs the food. Almost half-way through she remembers THE WOMAN.

LADY: Did you eat?

WOMAN: You know very well I did not eat.

LADY: I'll leave you some.

WOMAN: I'll eat it when I am on the chair.

THE LADY has finished eating her share, and she gives what remains to THE WOMAN. Pause.

LADY: It is the third day now.

WOMAN: Fourth.

LADY: Third.

WOMAN: For me it is the fourth.

LADY: And you managed without the chair. The first day, I mean. Before I came.

WOMAN: It had not rained then. I sat on the ground.

LADY: Yeah. It's wet all over now, so you need my chair. We need each other because I also need the food that you buy for both of us. You see, I didn't bring any money with me, and …

WOMAN: You told me already.