MOTHER (spoken):
Get Kathleen! Get Kathleen, I tell you! Call the doctor!
KATHLEEN (spoken):
Is it alive? Oh, please, God, let it be!
MOTHER (spoken):
It's alive. It's a Negro child. A newborn baby boy
MOTHER:
What kind of woman
Would do such a thing
Why in God's name
Is my husband not here?
I'm such a fool
Why did I say
He was free to go
What am I to do
Where are your instructions
My dear
You left me lists
Everything in lists
Well your little lists
Aren't very helpful
I fear
Each day the maids
Trudge up the hill
The hired help arrives
I never stopped to think
They might have lives
Beyond our lives
POLICEMAN (spoken):
We found her in the cellar of a home on the next block. She's a washwoman there. Her name is Sarah
MOTHER (spoken):
Where will you take her?
POLICEMAN (spoken):
To the charity ward. Eventually she will have to stand trial
YOUNGER BROTHER (spoken):
What charges?
POLICEMAN (spoken):
Well, attempted murder, I should think
MOTHER (spoken):
What's going to happen to the baby?
DOCTOR (spoken):
They have places for unfortunates like this
MOTHER (spoken):
I will take responsibility for mother and child. Please take Miss Sarah inside
MOTHER:
What kind of woman
Would do what I've done
Open the door
To such chaos and pain
You would have
Gently closed the door
And gently turned the key
And gently told me not to look
For fear of what I'd see
What kind of woman
Would that have made me?