Three sisters gather during the COVID pandemic to shuck corn and discuss ponies, crabs, and Toby Jugs (but not politics, never that.) In a world where the wine has less value than hand-sanitizer and Al Anon and QAnon have become interchangeable, how exactly do we get down to the core of communicating what really matters? The subtext does the heavy lifting here; and, in the capable hands of Nora Louise Syran, it does a great job of it.

Sometimes the closest ties are strung between the widest gaps. And in today's charged society, those ties and those gaps are being stretched further apart. The three women depicted here in Nora Louise Syran's gathering are anything but on the same page. So when Charlotte has had quite enough of it and lays it all out about the amount of bullshit people are throwing at one another, I was so onboard with her. A satisfying conclusion to be sure. Corn should be the ONLY thing these women are shucking towards each other.

What's said . . . what is unsaid . . . what shouldn't be said . . . in polite company. Even sisters have to step very, very carefully amongst themselves. Like the haulting dialogue that runs throughout the play, the three sisters seem to have an ardent, near urgent need to express themselves politically. Yet hold back for fear of inflicting pain. Ironically, that's where the humor lies. Definitely a play for our troubled times.