Secretos

JERRY

I hear you’re seeing a bit of Casey.

EMMA

What?

JERRY

Casey. I just heard you were…seeing a bit of him.

EMMA

Where did you hear that?

JERRY

Oh…people…talking.

EMMA

Christ.

JERRY

The funny thing was that the only thing I really felt was irritation, I mean irritation that nobody gossiped about us like that, in the old days. I nearly said, now look, she may be having the occasional drink with Casey, who cares, but she and I had an affair for seven years and none of you bastards had the faintest idea it was happening.

Pause

EMMA

I wonder. I wonder if everybody knew, all the time.

JERRY

Don’t be silly. We were brilliant. Nobody knew. Who ever went to Kilburn in those days? Just you and me.

(…)

Harold Pinter, “Betrayal”.

“A quien dices el secreto das tu libertad”, que diría Fernando de Rojas.