It's a special kind of medicine. I have to take it because there is no other that can stop the pain-all the pain-I mean, in my hands. Raise hands look at them melancholy (sadly).

Poor hands! You'd never believe it, but they were once one my good points, along with my hair and eyes, and I had a fine figure, too. Speaking dreamily

They were musician's hands. I used to love the piano. I worked hard at my music in the Convent-if you can call it work when you do something you love. Mother Elizabeth and my music teacher both siad I had more talent than any student they remembered. My father paid for special lessons. He spoiled me. He would do anything I asked. He would have sent me to Europe to study after I graduated from the Convent. I might have gone-if I hadn't fallen in love with Mr. Tyrone. Or I might have become a nun. I had two dreams. To be a nun, that was the more beautiful one. To become a concert pianist, that was the other. Pause, look at hands.

I haven't touched a piano in so many years. I couldn't play with such cri

I guess my eyes and nose couldn't have been red, after all. I was really very pretty then, Cathleen. And he was handsomer than my wildest dream, in his make-up and his nobleman's costume that was so becoming to him. He was different from all ordinary men, like someone from another world. At the same time he was simple, and kind, and unassuming, not a bit stuck-up or vain. I fell in love right then. So did he, he told me afterwards. I forgot all about becoming a nun or a concert pianist. All I wanted was to be his wife. Pause, dreamy eyes give a girlish smile

ppled fingers, even if I wanted to. For a time after my marriage I tried to keep up my music. But it was hopeless. One-night stands, cheap hotels, dirty trains, leaving children, never having a home. Stare at hands with fascinated disgust.

So they have, come to think of it. Suddenly thrust hands behind me.

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Mother Elizabeth, French Revolution, Yes Sitting, Easter Vaction, James Tyrone, concert pianist, eyes nose,
Approximate Word count = 764
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)