has resettled in Gillian's lap. The light glows warmly, softly as it falls
on the confidential pair. "If Janie didn't say my line... she looked at me so
strangely." Gillian takes the paw-less arms
in either hand. "'Behold an unborn baby's death; behold a mother's love that lies
stillborn.' People think this play is moralistic." She lifts and presses the monkey to her cheek.
"But morals aren't the issue; feelings are. Moms who lose their
babies hurt so badly... so deeply... sometimes even tears won't even come;
they get trapped. I
didn't cry." She replaces Mongo on the night stand, then wraps her arms around her
drawn-up knees. "All I felt from that point on was... empty."