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Chapters (15)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Playwright’s Biography
  4. First Production Details
  5. Character / Setting
  6. Mother
  7. Two
  8. Three
  9. Four
  10. Five
  11. Six
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Copyright Details

that’s not much then he said you know next to nothing

next to nothing is not nothing I said it’s something

and you don’t know what it is I said

I don’t want to know what it is he said

you do I said I can tell you want to know

no I don’t he said I don’t want to know nothing about you

then why’d you marry me I asked him

because I was lonely he said

I was lonely too I said

so that’s what happened and we’re not lonely anymore are we I said

he just looked at me with that look he’d get now and then

and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking

but I knew it wasn’t anything good

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I took a drink because I needed a rest I explained to him

I needed a rest because of the baby who was very fractious today

very what he said

very fractious I said

what’s that mean he said

the nurse at the clinic told me I said

she said I had a very fractious child

and do you know what it means he said

yes I said the nurse at the clinic explained it to me

explain it to me he said

I don’t want to I said

because I’d forgotten what it meant exactly

except that there was a lot of crying involved

because the baby isn’t comfortable in himself I said

what’s wrong with him Lenny said

it’s nothing serious I said he’s got the gripe and he’s not happy

a baby that little’s not happy or sad he said he’s too young

he doesn’t know what he is

he doesn’t have to know what he is I said

just because he doesn’t know he’s sad doesn’t mean he’s not sad

I thought he was fractious Lenny said

you don’t even know what it means I said

neither do you he said

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don’t drink that stuff he said

where do you get it from he said

I’m not saying I said

then I didn’t say anything else

and he just looked at me like I was a mad woman

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it was from Mrs Kennedy that I got the drink

she lived two doors up the street

she was as old as a stone

she was kind to me when I needed a bit of relief

she was as mad as a budgie

but she knew how to mix a few things together

common stuff you could get anywhere

it was her mother’s recipe from when times were worse she said

and I laughed when she said that

and so did she

when did it get easier she said

history doesn’t happen to the poor

and then she laughed again