Billie, who makes no effort to hide her cynicism, cares nothing about life, save perhaps for the ones near to being lost. Professionally, life brings Chuck, a terminally ill patient, but with the wits which meet their match, bringing Billie down from jaundiced to sardonic. Privately, life brings Nathan, weighed down indefinitely inside Billie's apartment, who were it not for his being so heavily guilt-ridden, would otherwise have no reasonable objection to never seeing him again. Henry's play pits patience towards the desperate, somber reflection with mortal introspection, and our curiously...
Billie, who makes no effort to hide her cynicism, cares nothing about life, save perhaps for the ones near to being lost. Professionally, life brings Chuck, a terminally ill patient, but with the wits which meet their match, bringing Billie down from jaundiced to sardonic. Privately, life brings Nathan, weighed down indefinitely inside Billie's apartment, who were it not for his being so heavily guilt-ridden, would otherwise have no reasonable objection to never seeing him again. Henry's play pits patience towards the desperate, somber reflection with mortal introspection, and our curiously elusive autonomy in the face of a corporeal inevitability.