Res explains that Ruthie's decision to hang herself was an awe-inspiring testament to her character and was not his fault.
AuthorName: Leegrid Stevens
Age Range: 40s - Late, 50s, 60s
Dialects: American Southern
PlayName: Leda's Swan
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
You forget what she was like! She did whatever the hell she wanted...View Full Monologue Text
You forget what she was like! She did whatever the hell she wanted. I didn't make her do anything. So I say good for her! Go out on your own terms. She'd had enough of this life and wanted out so go for it! Cause she had more guts, that girl, than a grizzly bear. Nothing could kill Beth. Remember what she did to Bruce's pitbull? When the fucker bit her hand? See, you forget! She gave that dog a piece of meat and he started chomping on her instead. Beth tried to pull free but he had the fucking grip. Her whole hand was inside that mouth. And that dog I swear, he was smirking. You could see it in his face. "I got you now bitch. What you gonna do?" So Beth, she's a fucking gladiator, wedged that dog's head between her knees and shoved her hand further down that dog's throat till it's up to her elbow. Then she grabs hold the base of its tongue with those nails of hers and starts tugging. And goddamn that dog changed his tune real fast! He tried to pull away, shake his head free, but Beth kept tugging away at that tongue. He was heaving and pawing at her arm, letting out this awful sound and Beth just keeps yanking and yanking until I hear it rip. She tore the tongue out of that dog's mouth. And I see her holding this tongue and blood's halfway up her arm and that dog is coughing up gobs of his life and I?m looking at Beth like she's a fucking God and she walks straight up to Bruce's door and slaps the tongue onto the porch and says, "yer dog's been poorly trained." That was Beth! That was what she was like. So if one day she decides she's had enough of this life I'm inclined to think that she had a fucking good reason. She could live through anything. The only way she was gonna die was if she killed herself. That's the only way. So, no, I don't pity her or feel like it's my fault or any of that shit. You don't pity people like that. You stand in awe. They make a decision and you stand in awe.