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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 71 to worry about that you don't have to. A pill a day. The Rhetorical Question. The Rhetorical Answer. The paperclip falls to the floor, and the director stoops to retrieve it. Perhaps he will shed his old skin like a snake and grow some new. There is a ring on his finger. Somebody loves him I wonder who I wonder who it can be? Ten-twenty. Tick tock tick tock. Ten-thirty. Poor Alice. I am doing Strinberg's Miss Julie, "battling with heaven and hell." Someone in the cast has discovered she is pregnant. They told her quinine would abort the baby, so she has drunk enough of it to cause her to be terribly sick. She lies on the cold dressing room floor, her knees drawn up to her chest, in great pain. Someone else suggests a coat hanger. The baby's father has taken another lover, a young man this time, the star of a television "soap," and he can no longer be bothered with her problems. I spend an hour a day at the ballet barre (not enough time.) I hurt every place. I was not meant to be a ballerina. I am |