BLANCHE
You’re a fine one to ask me how it went!
STELLA
Blanche!
BLANCHE
You’re a fine one to sit there accusing me of it! I, I, I took the blows in my face and my body! All of those deaths! The long parade to the graveyard! Father, mother! Margaret, that dreadful way! So big with it, it couldn’t be put in a coffin! But had to be burned like rubbish!…
