‘ny dear Lilyamonge the pags Stil yea om reinember my mother a the evetsmeling by atemoonsby the Floid waters, and then yan ome ide the Freedom Bus back down home, enraged plan, years om now Fl mary acl enone soothe Vietam var, ntgation and the Black Po ‘movement Yer iam now send of ne son to cel in New England and Iles the oer to digs and loudly inthe church choi (if her suite Bes ‘ut tay im js ifn and walking a a nove willtake me, Walking. iing..fing fing. (Lights slowly fade Eoin continues repeat the ‘ve and ovr again A tadtonal wean of “5 Enchanted Evening" plays, then gies way too bebop sion ofthe sng. Blachout,Production History POOR premiered at Aton Teste of Lois (Jn Joy Producing Ditectr;Alesander Sper, Execute Dit) March 20,199, spat of te Humana Festal of New Armee an Pays unde the dtection of Seet Scot. The st desig ‘as by Pl Oven, the ight by Kar F Haas nd the este by Kevin RMeLeod. The stage manager wa lie Riche sonandthe production damatirg wa Micha! Bicow Dison, ‘Thecat wat a fll. Elan Graham Hlonencr Yee Hawking Characters sanuet, Laces hband Loon demure sows, eat this Lone, Louteen bs ied, ey thes Time The present Place Kitchen ANote United States were ‘Neale wom on deth rw inthe : Convicted of kiling sbusiv hasbands. Spontaneous combu tion sol ecognized 2 eaptal rimesow (In the dou): WHEN | COUNT TO TEN TDON' WANT TO SEEYA!L DON WANT TO HEAR. YAONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR— it [ln the dene): DAMN YOU TO HELL, SAM UELL (Abright fk Lighters. Ab shes etn the id ple fsoking eof the iter Lauren, a demure uz th and i lowly boc 09.) iein here essa dwn a the her nceduloushy. She Bens Snel? Uh! (aes the specter om the kitchen able) Uh. Same (Loos around) Do fol wth me now ml inthe mood Whispers) Sar? I at mean it cally Tbe gud if yu come bak... Come on 10 ‘hinners wating (Chace, then slope drt New stop out ose And ets it down. Examines the spe es) UM (Soi) Don't be crow me. Sure LrgPick up your shit for tomorow: ean wh nother Ao it ht now. Right now! Sam. (Catoun hear me! (Awaits «responis) Mebe I did vere wash your shit. (Pale ack at though aout fo nen tbl ment) Un Sts down a das te eh Florence hones could you come an d Thew’s been aie u ecient... Quickly plea (Courees hangs pth phone. She ets ror and ad Pan. She Reston approaches the pie of ete, Shee do on er hands and Ince and tale cle ok ftuous rin reads acres br face She ated by oa dex knock on the dor She slowly walls aa te oa 4 pone. Loween ks in Florence far bot ey nd upstainencighbor Florence, dha 4 ower url tities, wears a floral hoseoat and pa of oer sized slipper, Without acknowledgment Loren pce saunter bacon the rom “her rlonence: HEY OUREEN (Pointing a the ates: Ub ‘multe wore, which pres tthe ni ‘ite alied) Uh She sages for ide of her moth, not You allright? What happened? (Sui Smell ike you bumed someting pile aches) What te devs hats EEN (Husa): Sanue. If Same, hin FLORENCE: Whit he done now? "ooRs I hie shim. (Ned er (Stans a the hage hoad rept Chile, whats wrong with you? Dil he nally drive you ot your mind I new samething happen sooner or ltr ‘ovre¥N: Dial 911, Horence! FLoneNce: Why? You'e seating me x: Dal 91 ree pics w the lephone and uit dial) Florence hangs pte telephone scr: Wha? sees (Wimpen: ill io! ile Same vente Came pi He ded dex Lagan winger hands nd nods od ice, moth tng ded deed lone Backs oy unten (ur itd : vonence: Why am you whispering j Lounzen: [dot santo talk to loud —something ce Nake md onesce, Where hisko : hpi at rooaexce: You bane hin? 7 tounren: [DONT KNOW! (Cone her mouth a io mu fer words ted) hi 0 Honesce: Eaheryou dd ot tht know? Were talking nudes, Lauren, rovnren: Yo thik im plying?uonexce: How many times have {ead you tlk a Senge How many nen nett table and laughed about the many ways we could do ad hw tan times have you done it? Nove. ut Bat eld "LOUREES (Lifting the mpetates- A pc ofc r : pit of cheap spect oun You think en in? hth all ats Te. Andou kon ow moc te onence: erin hope, Lauren, Fr your whe and You ever seen him without the, no! He counted out and dssppeard, [sweat God! LoneNce: Dont rig the Lud int this jst et! St da row. Wha yo gat tsip on? LoUREEN: dont know whether to havea sil hat of cote or aglaw of champage stand ad spent va far hin urs out he was playing poker wth Heporceck no les You dn wanton how found ny heat ven, Samuel lvays ai 1 aed my voce something abe mould Iuppen. Ad atid. Ti tel «he teil spre! Cenc You've baa watching to anh cleision ree over aon ang ike tis teeision. Wish REY fnen TS bre what odo... There’ no queston, Teatwch, (nao er hands with igs) prow ce Chile, dt tell me you've been messing with Mone mo women agin? What did el F rence take abo cs aa le of hy ot of hcp and fet ch la Lae drs er ete a Louren, cite, sends ar sack down, LORENCH: Take our tine OURKEN: Standing there FLORENCE: And? Lounte: He exploded "FLORENCE: Did tat muthafclahityou again? tounre No H ouneen: Hes not coming back Oh 0, how could he It rere sire! Fwoin one day. 1euld Be canon veal Wows yetche coud be Alt tht seed to happen vr wey pn to bleed and be terol reme renee sk Loureen, the pan of battered ves. Aires aco the county will make pilgrimages vvorring pis ad otras try fect and asking he reat ke tei hands tanto dst. How often ERS ama ike Samu! get damned to ell, and he exploded. Boon! Right in front of me He was shouting like he docs, bengal colored, then he tased up that ig nist and ait, and poo he was Some it rota mig Sowa pile of ash. a “ Se beaks doon Florence moves to comole her ied (Ploesce belts Back ers. Sh wie a fru it Len actly ughing eres) fours them bh another nd stone: You sing crack? Sums: Da on ike ba raaaeree Hell Tre sen old bids creeping out of crch Pace aking about they were doing church wok PLoRENCE: Chil, give you this terms of color you've rtched my husband gt, the sory bing He ame nat six Sunday morning tang about hed ht someone withLounsen: Florence, please be help 'm yey clo to don't know wat to does! Do tsneep ‘up? Do Fea the pie? Dot (he phone ing, Oh Go FLORENCE: You gonna le iting? Lauren reaches forth telephone soy) Lounsen: NOI (Hla the ct without icing up, par Iyed) What isi mater She knows The plane continues o rng Tey it unit ep. The buch beth sigh fre "should be mourning shoud be praying, I should be thinking of the bur ia, but al that keep poping into my ind hat wil 1 ‘Wer on television when share my hol ane wonderfal story with studio audience Whinpes) He's made me a ler, Fowene, and you Temember what a gene child Iwas, Whips) Toy bile, Pea bile, lle "LORENCE: [woul thw that word about to lightly even tn jest Tak ike that gets sound Lourzen: You think the lock me up? A few eiplaced words and I probably get the death penalty rt that what Bey do wth women like me murders? one: Falls have done tne fo les ‘ounsen: Thank you, ast what needed hea LoneNce: What id ou expect that was going throw up ‘yard congratulate you? Why you have to go and lose our mind at this tne of dy, whl I gt» pte oe on the stove and Edgar about to wa the door and ane kris glan fod Ling hcl Ad Teagan hon eeu e ting eem tg ay a yea nde Be : sition how clean you keep your home. And I don’ ing ne eo tay, Rene Rely, st had She takes Floens d aquest rite oe tutti pee: Ba our re, Looe You no what wil arnt Bath your pen tye hing (Loe nd conn Ye nen imines th ile of aes, hn hae bread ‘Oh sweet, swe! Jens He must have done someting sou No mot than sal jst cult Being it rvonencr Tove taken thousand blows from that man dnt youve tamed the cheek and waited. Td have Tepe ya pack. Like we aed about Lounes: Unt. Heald blow on him and he'd disappear sero the lincleum.( ge ot ie Bat Si fe ego of ee oe hes mond? Tin sang ub, ke on prom ght when Semuel and fist made lve That the Feeling (Th women kes) Uh pe her oven: bitOUREEN: Like on of bricks Bee ied fom my sh re, Lone Really tounsrn: Yet ce lt theater side of LORENC: You bith LOUREEN: What? FLORENCE: We madea pac FLORENCE: You've broken i. We aged ha when thi eal tad or both of swe. jou know "ge oI have to go back upto tha?” What sen 2oUREEN: thought you'd tell met donne LORENA I dont knw! LOUREEN:I dant know! ng objet Loreen lng tt ere Ik round the rom, esol uch its, winging her hand ned mu "LORENGE: Now you got me, Lauren, tm uly a alos fr, words OUREEN: Evenbody abe told me, “Keep your plac, oureen” My pace, the silent pt on the couch wig wine cole in my hand 2nd pleasant se that wom the heart Al his time I did't know why he was so shed for me to say anythin, to speak up. Poot Tee never been by mysel, except fo them to weels when he won the ace pool and wentto Reno wth hs cousin Michel $e would tell me where he was going wel gt tat [card wth the couboy smoking nde earces Didn't Sonny Larkin look good ast week at Carlee He looked ged, dt he Js She nemcly pits up Samuels ia ogg onthe Back the cha She utes it No! Dont wrinkle thal thas his favorite jacket. Tellme Pat itback stuns the jac its perch, Loaeen begins jacket and wrinkles itv) veto hale [Sethe dist th cut pockets end pull Se) Laka hese edn remove the wrinkles, and folds it eve Bea se wens ade him dpe. A the eee ‘That’ all they were cet en og cate raid. won't anything, the prbage) And out of thw it he arb lonence-T change forme rove bees oth pce han sal wv I wish I could relax these old oa ‘Edgar has: tonexce: Ye? Bt en ra) Sum did rat he te i tte pat on rnencr (Nol) ae the len Tones Youtan kup hued ink of...for Edgar and then yo can spit ou our word and Lounten: eat do tat Lone: Yr you ean, Come on nos Lone shes her hed Well, gus ny mornings ate nt ging oe any ie LounEE you can a fo certain, then | gues they won be eld sy tat FLORENCE: But yo got broom and» dst pon, you don ced anything more than that. He wat bastard a body wile that he's gone LOUREEN: Phone’ gonna sa enging son, peopl te gonna stattatking oon, and they sre LonENCE: Whats your crime? Speaking your mind? ZOUREEN: Maybe Ishould mail him toh mother. Tone het tha. el bad for he, she didn't understand how ma Tait jst how him away and preted ike it did't hap. pen. Can now you goa itl earls and bumeda chicken ‘oun: He war alvaysthteatening not fo come back. LORE: head in LOUREEN: Iwould ve been me eventually FLonenc: Ye ‘OUREEN: should cll the police, or someone ‘orexce: Why? What are yon gonna tell hem? About all those times they sefsed to help aboutall hose nights you slept in my bed ‘ane ou wet afd to stay down here? About the ime he neal took ont your eye “nse you flipped the television channel? Lounten: No FLORENCE: You've gol gil T did't see anything but ple ofa, As far as the sly fod sy Coodye tthe ft ees ad th Mo tn nd eb andi Byeto the snl oh adhe : nomen, She le sy ihe tedden) Goel 7 Fars) Sane Jost checking 15 uth pile fares) Same cy Sarl they bth ite ooar es tthe lc kotha he sng tomorow esse Why noth nest iy? ola ag well ate Se wares Cars Teta hs far momo nen pati st todo. She finally decides to sweep them under fing en pe tthe beard oun teat her dine