Serafina delle Rose has been mourning her husband for three years.
I count up the nights I held him all night in my arms, and I can tell you how many. Each night for twelve years. Four thousand--three hundred--and eighty. The number of nights I held him in my arms. [... … …]
I’m satisfied to remember the love of a man that was mine--only mine! Never touched by the hand of nobody! Nobody but me!--Just me!
For the full extended monologue, please refer to: Tennessee Williams, The Rose Tattoo. New Directions, 2010. pp.38.
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