MARTHA
It snapped, finally. Not me…it. The whole arrangement. Boy…you can go along forever, and everything’s…manageable. You make all sorts of excuses to yourself…to hell with it…this is life…maybe tomorrow he’ll be dead… maybe tomorrow you’ll be dead…all sorts of excuses. An then, one day, one night something happens…and SNAP! It breaks. And you just don’t give a damn anymore. I’ve tried with you baby…I’ve really tried.