(A nod. Awinita reaches out with the handkerchief to very gentle wipe the tomato sauce off of her mouth.)
Red sauce... certainly is good.
Friends... are good, too.
...It... has been... des...scribed to me...
(Awinita drops from the balls of her feet into a relaxed fourth ballet position. She nervously squeezes her own hands.)
Still... there is food, nice beds, medicine... it's warm. I... want to look... on the... bright... side...
Oh, no—I don't... do that.
I am... very quick and... quiet... you... won't even... see me...
(A sweet smile, a disarming one—a gentle one that one gives a small child. Awinita stands up into the balls of her feet, walking in silent steps away from the strange person. It was —&
//Being ambitious here but what if I wrote a short solo for how I think each Therapy would go for Awinita.
I'm my own biggest fan
















