just my cup of tea. a too-rare trek to the theaaaaaaaaaatre is in order this weekend to see a revival of this cheery 1983 play that opens with Jessie calmly telling her mom that by morning she'll be dead.
--I have been with you every day of my life. Tell me you know that. -- Yes, I know it. --You must also know that I shall be with you every day that is granted to me from now on. Every evening I shall sit down to dine with you. Not with my body, which is of no importance, but with my soul. Because this evening I have learned, my dear, that in this beautiful world of ours, all things are possible.
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