Hedda (NHB Modern Plays)

oose with very serious brown eyes, standing right there on the tarmac. She looked at us for a while. We looked back. And I thought I was ill because my heart, my heart was beating like bird wings in my chest. And then just like that she turned. And wandered awa

ned with this person, everlastingly stuck looking at the same face and listening to it talk and chew and snore and breathe. And knowing it’ll