As the curtain opens the stage is completely lit. Very visible, with its back to the audience, is a chair with a jacket. The telephone rings. RAÚL enters barefoot, with a robe on. He picks it up and answers slightly agitated. He looks toward the interior of the bedroom, the door to which remains open.
RAÚL: Hello! Yes, of course it's me. Raúl. Who else could it be? No, no, I wasn't sleeping . . . Well, maybe I sound like I was sleeping, all fight . . . Yes, I finished the first act . . . I've changed lots of the things and I've given it an unexpected twist, you'll see . . . While I was writing, things kept occurring to me that I hadn't thought of when I spoke to you . . . No, you don't need to come right away. I'd rather you heard it later, when everyone is here. That way everyone reads their part . . . No, no don't come over now . . . We'll leave time for that another time, don't you think? (Lowers voice). Of course, I want to . . . Yes, but right now . . . It would be better not to . . . We'll see each other tonight anyway . . . Yes, of course, I know that is something else . . . Okay, whatever you want . . . Yes, around two as usual . . . No, nothing weird is happening . . . Anyway, with the traffic it will take you more than two hours to get here . . . We won't have time to do anything . . . Okay, whatever you say . . . later. (He hangs up a little annoyed. He looks at the bedroom door. You can hear a toilet flush. BOB enters in short sleeves tying his tie. He dresses conservatively and elegantly.)
BOB: Who was it?
RAÚL: Your wife.
BOB: My wife? What'd she want?
RAÚL: She wanted to know what time the dinner was.
BOB: Dinner! Raúl, you've made answers for everything! . . . First dinner . . . Then the reading of the first act . . . and when we finish, we go to the awards ceremony . . . It's a little too much, don't you think?
RAÚL: I told you not to come today.
BOB: Well, it's Tuesday, isn't it?
RAÚL: No reason to be so punctilious.