the long delayed but always expected something
fiction
edward w pritchard
Amanda, Amanda aren't you ready yet girl. He will be here any minute.
Mother can't we just skip it.
Girl, I declare, I don't know what I am going to do with you. What's there to live for if we don't have hope; today's the day that what we hoped for is arrived. Now get your hair combed and put on a smile. The gentleman caller will be here any minute.
Mother sometimes I wish I could just stay in Tennessee and tend to the Roses.
Girl , you just exhaust me. What kind of girl isn't happy to meet the gentleman caller.
end
a short critical commentary of the work of Tennessee Williams, for his sister Rose
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