"call me . . . ish-ma-el . . .
"some years ago, never mind how long precisely, having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, i thought i would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world . . . " miss costello leaves.
they'll sit there all day like that if i let them. i have to play the first card. > sayer watches her pull a card from one of their hands and place it on the table. all three "wake" and begin throwing down cards, one after another.
if it is, i don't know it. maybe it's three different games.
how do you do, sir? my name is margaret.
black, are you sure?
your husband? * * he was granted a divorce from * you in 1953. , * margaret almost grimaces, anticipating hysteria. instead, a * slow smile crosses miriam's face. * miriam * thank god. * pliers, tin snips and a pile of found objects on a table. * josef is there, fashioning strange and beautiful toys from the * junk. * nurse 2 * francis? * t francis turns to find the nurse standing with a 20 year old * girl who's holding a toddler by the hand. * nurse 2 * your daughter. * francis smiles at the toddler, mistaking her for the daughter. * daughter * hi, mom. * francis' glance comes up to meet the 20 year old's, shifts down * to the toddler again, comes back up. * francis * of course . . . ' * from across the room, frank watches francis hug her "actual * daughter," glances to rose who has been reunited with a few old * girlfriends, to desmond with his son and daughter-in-law and * their teenage kids, and to sidney and lolly in a corner. *