WOMAN
                         Jesus Christ.  Jesus, Mary, Joseph
                         and Christ...it's been three years,
                         Eddie.  You know, there hasn't been
                         a day that hasn't gone by that I
                         don't think about you.  They were
                         right.  You never forget them when
                         they're gone.  Well, who knew after
                         26 years with one man, that all the
                         fighting, children, scrimping,
                         tears...and laughs.
                             (defensively)
                         And you know there was some laughs,
                         Eddie...that I'd find myself
                         thinking about you every day. 
                         Every night.  Almost every minute. 
                         But I'm not giving you that last
                         one.  No sir.  That's exactly what
                         you'd want...God, if anyone ever
                         told me that I'd be coming out to a
                         plot of grass and talking to a rock
                         once a year, I'd tell them they
                         were an idiot....I guess you can't
                         help but think of somebody when
                         you've been with them for over 26
                         years.  It sucks, you know, Eddie. 
                         I resent this shit.  I'm stuck here
                         with the everyday crap and you're
                         up there bowling...no, not bowling,
                         you never bowled...geez, what did
                         you do?  All I can remember is you
                         sitting in front of that
                         television, watching wrestling
                         shows.  Hanging your head over a
                         plate and shoveling food in your
                         face.  I always hated that.  You
                         looked like a gorilla when you
                         ate...did you do anything?  Like
                         anything for fun that I didn't know
                         about?
                             (looks about the cemetery)
                         I wonder if everybody else that
                         comes out to these places talks to
                         the rocks, too.
                             (she someone across the
                              way, she half heartedly
                              waves.)
                         I guess I'm not the only nut
                         case...so anyhow, you got a new
                         grand daughter.  Louise May.  She's
                         a fat one.  Good, healthy, chubby
                         baby.  She looks a lot like your
                         Aunt Freida.  Now she was a fatty! 
                         I know now where you got your table
                         manners from.  She would take a
                         breath and food would fly in her
                         face!
                             (laughs at the memory,
                              then tosses the flowers
                              on the grave.)
                         Here, I brought you these.
                             (goes into her purse and
                              takes out a cigarette)
                         I don't know why I bring you
                         flowers.  You never brought me any. 
                         I wonder if things were the other
                         way around, if you'd bring me
                         flowers...that we'll never know,
                         eh?
                             (she looks at her watch)
                         Well, I should get going.  The bus
                         will be by soon and believe me,
                         they never run on time over in
                         Queens. Besides, I gotta go to
                         bingo tonight with Hannah and
                         Margaret.  They make me go.  But to
                         be honest, I kinda like it.  It's
                         something to do.  I was never much
                         for those wrestling shows.  All
                         those goons yellin' at each other
                         like they was deaf or
                         something....anyway, take care.  I
                         hope that you found something fun
                         to do.  Can't think what, but I
                         hope you did.  See ya next year,
                         Eddie.
                         The song "I'll Walk Alone" by Dinah
                         Shore is heard.  The lights fade.