Chapters (21)
- Cover
- Tennessee Williams: 1911–1983
- Foreword by Terrence McNally
- At Liberty
- The Magic Tower
- Me, Vashya
- Curtains for the Gentleman
- In Our Profession
- Every Twenty Minutes
- Honor the Living
- The Case of the Crushed Petunias
- Moony’s Kid Don’t Cry
- The Dark Room
- The Pretty Trap
- Interior: Panic
- Kingdom of Earth
- I Never Get Dressed Till After Dark on Sundays
- Some Problems for The Moose Lodge
- Notes on the Text
- Bibliographic Sources
- Acknowledgments
MYRTLE [gravely]: Yes. Still do. But I’m not the ignorant girl that I was when I worked for—Mr. Porter . . . He got tired of me, I reckon. Men seem to get tired of women after a while. He told me his wife had found out about us so that he had to let me go. Some girls would have made him trouble but I had too much pride to. So I left Biloxi and lived a while different places. Pensacolo, I lived there a while. Mobile, a while there. New Orleans, lived there a while. If you asked me how long I lived in a place I honestly couldn’t tell you. Each place, it was so much the same, or the way that I lived was the same, and now it seems like it happened all of a sudden, all of that time gone by, I’m not fifteen, I’m twice that. But I want you to understand something. I never been a prostitute in my life, I never been a street-walker.
CHICKEN: But you do go out on the streets.