(Her Again is seated in a lounger, wrapped in a blanket, clutching a glass of whiskey. She cannot sit up straight and looks like she has had a long and eventful life. She has a cigarette in the other hand.)
I know what you’re thinking. “Oh, no! It’s Her Again. Writing some damned bullshit about love and romance and men and women. Yeah, well, I no longer believe in Ghosts or Heaven. So, to me, Heathcliff is now just a pain in the ass! Of course, you couldn’t have Catherine, you feral moron! Just shut up and enjoy the money you earned in the slave trade. Remember to take a shower every other week and maybe you won’t feel so fucking brooding.
I’ll show you brooding.
Ladies, we got two possible endings to our stories...happily ever after or left in their dust. Either way, we should make a lot of noise. Keep our wits about us and our noses to the grindstone. Buy a vibrator...it won’t drink all your booze.