WOMAN ONE
(a little reluctantly)
Well... sometimes I go to bed late at night. A couple of times ... a couple of times I'd come out on the porch and I'd see
Mr. Goodman here in the wee hours of the morning standing out in front of his house looking up at the sky
(she looks around the circle of faces)
Based on the dialogue and stage directions, what should the reader imagine in this scene?
O a woman talking to herself about something she saw
a woman talking to a group of eager listeners
a crowd of people discussing a woman's story
a man listening to a woman tell a story

a woman talking to a group of eager listeners or the 4th answer

B. A woman talking to a group of eager listeners

Explanation:

Examine the scene. We see that this woman is the only one talking at the moment, and we can tell that she's not alone because of the parenthetical phrase that says "she looks around the circle of faces", indicating that she's surrounded by at least a small crowd of people. Based just on this, we can already eliminate A and D because those choices involve only one or two people.

Now, the woman is talking about Mr. Goodman and a certain characteristic of his that is quite peculiar. Clearly, if she is talking about Mr. Goodman, she can't be talking about herself or her life story. Thus, we can eliminate C.

Hence, the answer is B.

Hope this helps!

the answer is option 1

explanation:

now, of course, the quality and the seasonability of these winter dreams varied, but the stuff of them remained.   they persuaded dexter several years later to pass up a business course at the state university—his father, prospering now, would have paid his way—for the precarious advantage of attending an older and more famous university in the east, where he was bothered by his scanty funds. but do not get the impression, because his winter dreams happened to be concerned at first with musings on the rich, that there was anything merely snobbish in the boy. he wanted not association with glittering things and glittering people—he wanted the glittering things themselves. often he reached out for the best without knowing why he wanted it—and sometimes he ran up against the mysterious denials and prohibitions in which life indulges.

there you go thats what we are missing