Exercise 9 - Amanda Compagnone

First Narrative
Got up at 5, can’t see.
Toothpaste in my eyes.
Food on my face.
Light another cigarette with stained fingers.
High on MSG.
…Dishwashing liquid?
Does it work on intestines?

Second Narrative
Scrub-scrub, clean-clean that’s all I’m ever good for. “Edna the dishes need’a washin’” “Edna my dinner needs’a fixin’”. Didn’t the Good Lord give you two hands? Do it yer self! Sure he keeps a roof over ma head, but it ain’t no picnic. It ain’t as if I couldn’t make my own livin’ I’m as smart as anyone… got my grade 10 and everthin’, but “a womans place’s in the home” he says. With the way he speaks to me I ain’t spendin’ more time than I gots to fixin’ his fancy meals. Curried chicken, HA! I just go down to that big Gro-cer-ree store they gots in town ’n pick ‘em all up fer cheap. With all them frozen things it’ll feed ‘em for a week. At least he lets me keep the money… after the food is bought ‘n all. I guess alls I really need is ma cigarettes and my 29$ fer Bingo down at the hall.