I thought the friendship that Rachel created in this piece felt very real, and I wished we had more than ten minutes of Max and Jenny. But at the same time, something about the shortness of this play and the fleeting moments we did see made it all the more poignant. I loved their complicated relationship.

As if I needed another reminder of how fast life goes by. Rachel has woven a tale of intimacy and friendship, mundane betrayals and climatic fantasies, all the things that make a life a life in just twelve pages. Heart breaking and heart warming all at once.

It’s rare, I think, for intimate relationships to momentarily break and then rebuild into deep friendships. But how sweet that is when former lovers are able to be friends and confidantes. Feeney-Williams gives us that story in a short play that follows Max and Jenny from childhood to old age. It’s a poignant, bittersweet story delivered with a deft hand.