Crimes of the Heart

(Babe is talking to her lawyer, Barnette, about how she shot her husband "as a result of continuous physical and mental abuse". Babe shot her husband after he beat a young black boy with whom she was having an affair. This play takes place in the deep south, so a southern accent woulf fit nicely if you can do it.)
Babe: After I shot Zackery, I put the gun down on the piano bench, and then I went out into the kitchen and made up a pitcher of lemonade. I was dying of thirst. My mouth was just as dry as a bone. I made it just the way I like it, with lots of sugar and lots of lemon- about ten lemons in all. The nI added two trays of ice and stirred it up with my wooded stirring spoon. Then I drank three glasses, one right after the other. They were large glasses-about this tall(she demonstrates). Then suddenly my stomach kind of swole all up. I guess what caused it was all that sour lemon. Then what I did was, I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand, like this.(demonstrating again) I did it to clear off all those little beads of water that had settled there. Then I called out to Zackery. I said, "Zackery, I've made some lemonade. Can you use a glass?" But he didn't answer. So i poured him a glass anyway and I took it out to him. And there he was, lying on the rug. And he was looking up at me trying to speak words. I said "what? Lemonade? You don't want it? Would you like a Coke instead?" Then I got the idea- he was telling me to call on the telephone for medical help. So I got on the phone and called up the hospital. I gave my name and address and I told them my husband was shot and he was lying on the rug and there was plenty of blood. i guess that's gonna look kinda bad. Me fixing that lemonade before I called the hospital.(thinks for a moment)I tell you, I think the reason I made up the lemonade , I mean besides the fact that my mouth was bone dry, was that I was afraid to call the authorities. I was afrid. I-I really think I was afraid they would see that I had tried to shoot Zakery, in fact that I had shot him, and they would accuse me of possible murder and send me away to jail. I mean, in fact, that's what did happen. That's what is happening- 'cause here I am just about ready to go right off to the Parchment Prison Farm. Yes, here I am just practically on the brink of utter doom. Why, I feel so alone.