Criada. Maid.

C: I don’t listen to Gregor, Is he all right? Does he need my help? What do I do? I
remember he was so hardworking and responsible, I’m really sad about this
situation.
C: The family has no money, the family is disunited, I think they’ll probably fire
me.
C: What are you looking for, Grette? Can I help you?
C: I just threw them away.
C: I don’t know, she asked me about the leftover food.
C: Grette spends a lot of time praying, poor thing.
C: Mrs Samsa, I beg you to fire me.
C: I’m desperate, it’s very hard for me to see this situation, Gregor doesn’t leave
his room, I don’t know what he has. Lady Samsa you are all the time of bad
temper. I think it’s time to leave now.
C: No Mrs Samsa, I’m sorry, I have to leave here. If you don’t let me go today,
sooner or later I will. I just want you to know that I will never say a word about
what is going on here. I promise you, Mrs Samsa.