The other is always another territory. What do we talk about when we talk about the other? An association, a relation, a dependence is often the sum of so many squandered sentences, conversations that cannot find their compass, that go nowhere because long ago the other ceased to hear us. What, then, do these women say when they mention the other? Orphaned exclamations looking for a landing somewhere, while the other has still not ceased not ceasing to listen.