Monologue from Granny Weatherall's point of view: Granny Weatherall

Ellen: Whoooo. Breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. This is it, the day I've been waiting for since I met George in third grade, and I still don't believe its happening. My dress is beautiful; my hair is pinned in that new fashion fresh from Paris, a Spanish comb placed ever so carefully behind my left ear. My slippers were shipped from Astoria, made by the best cobblers that town has to offer. I should …showed first 75 words of 417 total…

…showed last 75 words of 417 total…came in and told me that George had probably run off with one of the hussies he was always bringing home from Astoria. But he would never do that...Would he? Alright, time to get married! But wait. John, John, where is he? He's not coming? No. He's stuck somewhere. Yes he is, you're lying, I know he's just stuck at home or on the road. A letter? What does it say? Another woman? ~Blackout~