Wild Oranges - Readers Theater Romantic Adventure

I was twenty-five when all the things that I valued were killed for me in an instant. I had just been married and we had gone to live in the country. After two days I had to go into town and when I came back, Ellen met me at the train in a cart and we drove toward the house. Ellen had trouble holding the horses, the train had frightened them. On the road we passed a yard where the laundry had been hung on a line to dry. A skirt fluttered in the breeze. The horse reared and threw the cart. I...