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The old woman begins to mutter to herself at her work. The sound is faint, Oriental, unintelligible. She is the only one who speaks, and her jabber is meant only as a background sound. nabrator: She had become a shrew. All day as she worked she complained to herself, waiting for the old man to come in from their shabby rice paddy—waiting to complain to him. The old man appears stage right, hobbling along painfully but briskly. He is carrying something in his hands, but we cant quite tell what it is. narrator: Usually the old man arrived silent and remained silent all through the long evening, while his wife scolded him. But this night he was talking away excitedly as he came. |
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