Trifles...

          Trifles, a short play written by Susan Glaspell, was very interesting, which made it an easy read for me.  In the story, the County Attorney, the Sheriff and his wife, and the Hale neighbors are all gathered in the kitchen of the now abandoned farmhouse of Mr. and Mrs. John Wright.  They are all there for the investigation of the sudden and unknown death of Mr. Wright and to find out who killed him... Hopefully everyone has read the story, so for me to give the entire plot would just be silly.
          Mrs. Wright was clearly unhappy.  Mrs. Hale even said it was very unhappy/unpleasant to go over there, which is why she never did.  Not to mention, while they are there, the house is a disaster, everything is unclean and out of place, in the middle of her knitting a blanket, it starts out good then goes sour, like she was nervous about something, and then they find a dead strangled bird wrapped and hidden in her sewing box!!  I'm not too sure if it's just me and I am missing something with this, but I'm uncertain as to why Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters failed to give out the information they found while searching through the house concerning the blanket she was knitting and the dead bird.  The blanket she was knitting started out very neat and wonderful, but as she continued, the knitting started to go down-hill, it started to get bad.  This could be a very strong indicator as to what else happened in the story regarding the unknown death of her husband, which she claims to have "slept through".  The other is the dead bird, which also had marks on it's neck, like it had also been strangled, just as her husband had been when he died.  The ladies found these things while searching through Mrs. Wright's things, yet failed to inform the gentlemen investigating this situation about these important pieces of information... but why?? They didn't know her, why would they keep this a secret and possibly protect her from not telling them??
              pg 1976 - County Attorney:  No, Peters, it's all perfectly clear except a reason for doing it.  But you know juries when it comes to women.  If there was some definite thing.  Something to show--something to make a story about--a thing that would connect up with this strange way of doing it.  [The women's eyes meet for an instant...]
             Why they didn't tell them, just doesn't make any sense to me... but that's just what I see.