Ran a bit long last night, what with having to stop and cough, have a drink of water, and maybe I was reading slower? I don't know, but I wouldn't stop until I finished the chapter. I wanted to get through the end, didn't want to leave you hanging: does she get punished? What happens to the poor little thing?
On a personal note, in case you're interested, I got word this morning that my play Blue Roses will be part of the Great Plains Conference Play Lab. They received over 400 plays this year, so to have mine chosen is an honor indeed. A panel of playwrights will give me feedback after the reading of the play, which of course means that I have to be in attendance. Have to ... ha, I'll be there with bells on. Honored playwrights this year include Theresa Rebeck, Constance Congdon and Mac Wellman. Also Martha Boesing who was a founder of At the Foot of the Mountain back in the day. ATFOTM performed a play I co-wrote with Kate Kasten called The Clue in the Old Birdbath. Twice. 1978 and ten years later in 1988. We'll have to catch up.
If you're listening to Poor Little Thing, I'd love to hear from you. Sandra
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