A is at the end of her life, watching her son sitting by her
Start: I had a premonition. I know you say there’s no such thing, but I had one. It was I died.
(His hand up. Continued)
Oh, stop it! You don’t think I’m going to? You can hardly--wait! Just you wait!
End: You held on to my hand, and my hand wasn’t warm anymore, was it? My hand was cold, wasn’t it?
(He looks at her once more, shudders, weeps, looks back at “A”, A moves away from the bed)
For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Edward Albee, “Three Tall Women” in The Collected Plays of Edward Albee Vol. 3, Overlook Duckworth, 2008, pp.381-2..
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