Dramatic Monologue

You say you feel sorry for me? Why, what for? Oh, sure, I'm a widow and all I own I could load on one small donkey, but don't feel sorry for me. I'm far richer than you might think. Shall we go sit in the shade of the olive tree there? I'd invite you in, but my house is far too small for all of you to fit inside. Out here perhaps we can catch a cool breeze. The stones, this old log, these will be our chairs. What a wonderful living room our Lord gives us! Yes, I am a widow, and have been for ten years or so. My husband died on a trip to Jerusalem to sell our crops. The market was crowded that day -- so much pushing and shoving. A freight wagon loaded with Roman military supplies was rumbling along the rough stone pavement. Somehow my husband slipped and fell under the w…