What Happens When the Fat Lady Sings: Part I--Journeys (Chapter 3)
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Journeys --------------------------- We know a thing by its opposite corollary; --------------------------- hot by having experienced cold; --------------------------- good, by having decided what is bad; --------------------------- love by hate. ---------------------- ---------------------------------- -- Sylvia Plath (Music. Theme to “The Twilight Zone.” Spotlight, beginning as a pinpoint of light and broadening into a tight circle of light, comes up. Samantha , the fat woman, about 40, vivid red hair falling to her waist, steps into the spotlight. She wears summer clothes: a Prussian Blue knit top, white shorts, scruffy sandals. A striking woman, she stands straight and places her arms akimbo. Spotlight broadens to encompass the entire stage, which is bare, except downstage left: a car, a red Jetta, obviously well-used, is parked, its trunk open. Several suitcases, duffel bags, etc. are stacked behind the car. Music fades.) Samantha: I begin my journey alone. A journey that begins