Catherine (female) speaks directly to the audience at the end of Act I.
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The end of the school year passed in a haze of unhappiness. Aaron was right: I was so defensive I’d squeezed my heart into a rock that hurt my chest whenever I breathed. I was tired of swearing and talking tough. I didn’t want to be a Presbyterian any more. But I didn’t want to be an atheist, because if there was a Hell I’d probably go there. And I didn’t know how to be Jewish.
I kept dreaming about the golden ladder Daddy talked about when I was little. I knew that was the name of the novel he’d been writing for years, and I wanted to read it. I thought maybe there were secret instructions for becoming wise, so I could climb that golden ladder right up to Heaven. But he wouldn’t let me read it till it was finished. So I had no hope of figuring things out.
Then one morning in the middle of summer I woke up and I knew what I had to do. The answer was so clear I started laughing, so I knew I was on the first step up that golden ladder. I had to become a Catholic!