(My teacher says that overheard voices can be more interesting than what we
make up ourselves. I doubt it.)
OLDER
WOMAN
I
have a blog. It used to be my
son’s. Yes, the one you know. I need someone to take charge of it. I have no head for writing---though I might
have written a play or two. I need a
writer. I will not pay.(All the PUPILS, in eager foolishness, raise their hands. The OLDER WOMAN
selects a YOUNG WOMAN.)
OLDER WOMAN (Continued)
You,
with hair like a man. Your lines are
biting. I like you best.
YOUNG
WOMAN
My
girlfriends said it was my lucky day.(The other PUPILS seethe in their envy.)
END OF EPILOGUE.
END OF “THE TRIAL OF WESTWARD HO.”