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Start: My mother’s dead. I don’t know what of. But she’s dead. And my father, who bossed her around, drank all the time and had other girlfriends, cried a lot and said that life was cruel. And that was it. The other night after my mother’s funeral, I went into her dresser drawers and started sorting through her underwear, her socks and her blouses. [... � …] End: And my brain would start screaming. I mean how can a person just completely disappear? I don’t understand it.

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Elizabeth Swados, Runaways, Concord Theatricals, 1987, pp. 53-54