Woman 2

Female | 30s | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 35

EXTRACT: In the Spring, our pear tree was covered in so many blossoms that it was like lying under a perfumed cloud. A cloud singing. And shimmering. Like snow. Blossoms like fragrant, warm snow. Do you remember? We’d lie there, under its towering branches, watching. Waiting forever for the petals to reach us, like they were cascading all the way from heaven. Down. Down. Falling down, until. [beat] I’m completely white! And then, in the summer, there was so much fruit I thought that old giant would break. Surely, it must break. Because. How can something like that bear so much

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